Jimmy Carter is a rare bird:
- He’s a peacemaker and philanthropist who, almost inexplicably, ascended to the most powerful post in the world;
- He’s a devout Southern Baptist who actually walks the walk of the talk he talks and doesn’t think that his faith and his compassion for others are mutually-exclusive things;
- He’s a man who asked Americans to aspire to be a better, more selfless people and make the world a better place only to watch us almost completely and totally reject any such notion of doing so yet, somehow, didn’t tell us all to go to hell after seeing how short-sighted, self-centered and avaricious we all are; and, finally
- He’s a Braves fan who still goes to games despite how soul-crushingly crappy the club is.
And when he’s there he kisses his wife on the lips when they put him up on the Jumbotron:
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I don’t care if he is History’s Greatest Monster. You gotta love Jimmy Carter.
