One of the happiest men I know found his calling in politics late in life and hit the water like a fish who'd grown up on the dock.
He recently gave a speech about how his office works and how smoothly it's been working lately, despite the recession.
"In the office, we don't understand what happened," he said. "We are really surprised and really relieved."
Quips and all, the talk was cheerfully covered by a local reporter. My man came off looking like the happy warrior that he is. And the online commenters reacted by calling him arrogant and perceiving that he was laughing at them.
These are not good times to be a happy warrior. If I had to quantify the hatred in some quarters for President Obama, I'd chalk some percentage of it up to plain jealousy over that big bright smile and all those reasons he has to flash it despite the mountain of trouble that looms.
You think you are such hot shit.
I suggested to my pol pal that he march stone-faced in this summer's parades and get a campaign song. Maybe Obama ought to make it a temporary national anthem.