This President is not aging.
In past State of the Unions, you could see a toll on the faces of the men with the most burdensome job in the world. Every year, Carter, Clinton, even Reagan seemed markedly older.
Not so George W. Bush. He looks the same as ever.
Do he and Rove have a portrait in some back room of the White House, accumulating wrinkles of anxiety, creases of cruelty, pockmarks of doubt, wattles of guilt? But it seems unlikely that Oscar Wilde was ever on their reading list.
The simpler explanation is that imperviousness may be good for the complexion.
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