Briefly and remarkably, the President of the Iran wears the same khaki windbreaker, wrinkled trousers, cheap oxford shirts, scruffy beard and wild eyes favored by the aging high school chemistry teachers everywhere.
Yes, in his youth he was the firebrand who would shake the very foundations of the society, but today he is content to expound upon his paranoid conspiracy theories while exercising his petty autocratic powers over the dull kids who sit in the back of the class.
In the word, he has tenure.
“Umm, Mr. Ahmadinejad, it’s time for recess.”
“Shut up and sit down, Chad, we’re not done discussing how the international Zionist cabal is controlling the lunch room.”
I would like to see pictures of Tony Mitchell to check if this portrayal of high school chemistry teachers is accurate.