Rahm, Gibbsy and I aren't up here at Camp David simply for the great buckwheat waffles and the free POTUS snugglies they hand out like tissue paper for guests.
We're all heading over to London on April 1st for the G20 meeting, and Big Guy has to be ready, as this will be the first international event where he sits down substantively with his fellow world leaders. This is a really important trip for one reason: so far, we've kind of screwed the pooch on this international-relations thing.
So we've been doing lots of rehearsing. In London I'll be close by the whole time, so Big Guy can introduce himself to his fellow leaders in their native language. That was Gibbsy's idea, and it's not like this "Wow them with linguistic charm" strategy can't work, but I fear our focus on this kind of stuff has really taken Big Boy off his game. Some of these phonetic intros are really tough, and three hours into this, and we haven't moved past our first leader-greeting. And it's Gordon Brown.