Did you know that Jimmy Carter, a former president of the United States of America, once got attacked by a giant swimming rabbit?

 

 

Really. Read about it here. The incident described by Carter’s press secretary: The animal was clearly in distress, or perhaps berserk. The President confessed to having had limited experience with enraged rabbits. He was unable to reach a definite conclusion about its state of mind. What was obvious, however, was that this large, wet animal, making strange hissing noises and gnashing its teeth, was intent upon climbing into the Presidential boat.

The way it happened, apparently, is he’s out in this boat…and he got randomly attacked by an enormous swamp rabbit. Now, if this happened to me, and I was, or was on my way to being, the leader of the free world, I would not have told reporters about this. Photo courtesy of the Jimmy Carter Library. If you look, you can see Jimmy hitting the water with his oar and the rabbit (on the right) swimming away.

 

A large…wet…berserk animal! Attacking the President!

Imagine.

The only equivalent my generation has is the George Bush Pretzel Incident, which is not the same inasmuch as that was pretty much a stupid accident, whereas you haven’t got any control over a giant insane swimming rabbit.

 

What has America come to?

I plan to write more on the peaceful transition of power later…but a bit tired right now, and tomorrow’s a school day and I have auditions to practice for. Plus I can’t find the picture  I want to use.

But I’m sure you all wait in eager anticipation for my political judgements, which of course I am making based on dinner-table conversations, a lifetime of newspaper reading, and half a year of American Government. Happy Chinese New Year!!