I love this bit from one of the excerpts from Bob Woodward’s new book, “Plan of Attack”:

The Joint Chiefs’ staff had placed a peppermint at each place. Bush unwrapped his and popped it into his mouth. Later he eyed Cohen’s mint and flashed a pantomime query, Do you want that? Cohen signaled no, so Bush reached over and took it. Near the end of the hour-and-a-quarter briefing, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Army Gen. Henry H. Shelton, noticed Bush eyeing his mint, so he passed it over.

To paraphrase Nelson Muntz: By the end, his breath was so fresh, he wasn’t really the president anymore.