Sorry Mr. President, but only 43 have taken the presidential oath. Grover Cleveland was the 22nd and 24th President, which has confused many for decades.
I tried to find a technicality for you, but Dick Cheney, though having served as acting president twice, did not take the oath during the invocation of the 25th amendment.
To me there seems an intrinsic irreverence to randomness. A straight world is boring. I shall put a donkey in pinstripes and it shall smoke the proverbial frying pan.
A few months ago I came across a review for the Twilight movie and in the comments, someone referred to the main character as a special snowflake. I showed the post to some of my friends and we’ve been using the word as a verb ever since. Then, in a beautiful moment of blizzard serendipity, my friend came across a YA Vampire Boarding School series (House of Night by P.C. and Kristin Cast).
Vampires. In boarding school. In Tulsa, Oklahoma. It’s Twilight meets Harry Potter meets a Kenny Chesney concert (on a related note, in this series Kenny Chesney is a vampire which I suppose explains all those latent homosexual vibes he exudes). The main character, Zoey Redbird is the quintessential Mary Sue: Oh so special pedigree (part Cherokee! That makers her exotic!), Oh so special powers (NO ONE IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD HAS EVER HAD POWERS LIKE YOU ZOMGZ!!112!!one!), has the burden of NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME ON THE INSIDE!!! Syndrome (her mother and the “steploser” (clever teenspeak for a stepfather who is so unfair, like geez) are psycho religious nuts), and THECOOLKIDSHATEMEitis.
Oh, and for a little extra icing on the cake, they spell vampire with a y. For the extra authenticity.
I, naturally, read all four books in a weekend and can’t WAIT for the next installment (comes out in March).
As I was telling my brother about this series earlier, I realized that it’s entirely possible that the Squeeing Teen Audience for this book doesn’t actually exist. Rather the real readers of these books are people like me: those who find the squeeicity so incredibly amusing that we chug them down like pixie sticks. It’s like satire, or post-post-irony where everything becomes sincere again.
Speaking of sincerity, there’s some unnaturally awful poetry sprinkled in. I suggest skipping those sections in case they cause cancer.