What's with the clothes anyway?

Here's something I don't get. Why do these guys have to play dress-up anyway? It always gets them in trouble. I couldn't care less if Barack Obama is a closet-Muslim. I know he isn't; no self-respecting Muslim would let his wife put her foot in her mouth at his expense on a regular basis. But he's plenty frightening with his wild-card, implicit socialism without being the member of a violent religion.

But many Democratic voters don't use reasoning, they just look at pictures. And who is the most famous man pictured in a white turban?

These high-powered politicians have handlers, don't they? They employ people to shield them from every sort of danger and trickery, they have immense resources, they have people doing everything for them, but they still manage to make fools of themselves by being photographed while wearing weird clothes? Look, even the African dude is laughing at him.

My wife got me a Steeler hat for Christmas, but do you think I'm going to wear that around Cleveland? Hell, no, and I'm not even running for office. Likewise, I can't see why Obama didn't politely thank the Kenyan tribal dudes for the nice duds and swiftly handed them to an aide who would directly relegate them to storage alongside the "I slept on a Virgin Island" t-shirt that his Uncle Ted bought him on his vacation.

I don't think I'll ever forget the image that was seared, seared into my memory, of a grown man, John Kerry, who wanted to be my President, on all fours wearing powder blue pajamas with a matching blue hoodie.

Why?

Was this to soften his image... uh, to make him appear more accessible? More like a friendly cartoon character?

I need to buy a vowel.

I know you readers understand why this is, please explain it to me. Explain it to me the way you would to a child.


Update:



Just for good measure, I give you prince of the dress-up dunces, Corporal Michael Dukakis. Talk about "you'll shoot your eye out."