If the President ever tried this with the First Lady, I hope the Secret Service was handy. (Not to be a conspiracy buff or anything, but it might explain his recent “basketball injury.“)
To borrow a phrase from P.J. O’Rourke, this is the behavior of the sort of person commonly described as “my first wife.” Presidential protestations to the contrary, this is not an action of love — it’s the action of a control freak. Now I want to get burgers for lunch. Twelve of them.