Obama is in hot water already for a couple off-the-cuff remarks, the first about seances, a reference to Nancy Reagan and the White House astrology business, and the second for referring to himself as a 'Mutt.'
Ye gods, by now anyone whose family has been here for a few generations is a mutt. I claim the British Isles, France, Germany and Austria and two American Indian tribes as ancestors. My sons can add the (always) disputed border of Eastern Germany and Poland to the heritage, adding a bit of Slav. My granddaughter gets all that and I do believe that some extra Cherokee entered the mix.
And isn't it a good thing to be a mutt? No inbreeding, for one thing. Jeez, you wouldn't want that godawful Hapsburg jaw or non-clotting blood would you? All those bad genes combining with all those bad genes. Gimme new blood. Make it red.
Aren't those shelter dogs the best of the best? My great grandfather was half-Indian, a so-called half-breed that the family kept quiet about. It was shameful then. Now we celebrate our mixed heritage. After all, it's a melting pot.
Put a tablespoon of butter and one of olive oil into the skillet and they will run together? Butter for flavor and olive oil for higher heat tolerance. The yin and the yang. Combining the best of most products.
If you're a mutt, be proud. Celebrate your variety. Red blood is better than blue any day.