My President, My Pal

Presidents make the best friends. There's no two ways about it. They look out for you when you're down on your luck. They can shoot all sorts of goodies your way: high-paying jobs, lucrative contracts, big offices with assigned parking and a nice view of the Potomac. Hell, they can even pardon you if things get, like, completely crazy. And they can bestow upon you some nifty wildman nicknames.

If Harriet Miers knows what's good for her, girl best already be perusing this year's Neiman-Marcus Christmas catalogue for the commander in chief who has everything (well, almost everything).