He is so handsome and genial, with a bright smile and a firm handshake. His hand does not tremble on the trigger, nor does his nose run when the temperature changes from outside to in.
Mr. Congeniality wanted to be dictator of the universe. He even admitted this once.
It pleased him to be democratically elected into office. It pleased him to be Hollywood's Pretender to the Throne, and the meanest rock star.
He alienated no one. Everyone liked him. He liked everyone, even the hypocrites, and all.
Finally he asked us to worship him. And we were afraid it would hurt his feelings if we said 'no'.