Chester A. Arthur
Duh.
Although he did sport some sweet, sweet mutton chops. The best pound for pound mutton chops in United States presidential history; and that remains undebatable to this day.
And sure, Mark Twain thought president Arthur was the tits; but then again, how much credence can you really lend to the opinion of guy who used a pseudonym his entire literary career for apparently no good reason at all, before squandering away his fortune by investing in the Paige Compositor typesetting machine of all things?? I mean who in the hell thought
that was good idea? I'm serious. What in the fu*k market was there for a typing machine that went for $15,000
retail....in
1880!? Price point was so damn expensive that not even the 1880 December holiday edition of the Sharper Image catalogue bothered to carry it. Shit, 15k?? That's the equivalent to $382,923.53 today in 2020 (literally. I just looked it up). And of the all of 11 people on the planet back then who could even afford to drop that kinda dough, who's paying fifteen thousand dollars for a friggin' typewriter...
ever...let alone at a time when like half the adult population was still illiterate? And have ya seen that thing? The Paige Compositor was ENORMOUS. Talk about cumbersome. Where the hell you puttin' that thing, Mark? Riddle that one for me why don't 'cha? Arguably the most impractical thing I can think of...maybe, possibly ever. And if there's anyone who'd know a thing or two about impracticality -- it'd be me. I spend more hours being impractical than I do sleeping. Granted, I don't sleep much.
But anyhow, the f were we talking about here again? Boring presidents. Right; yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, so Chet Arthur's solo unelected term was boring AF. He's your answer
@twenty02
It was like, wake me up when it's the 20th century.
And for those of you who have a hard time envisioning just how dull the Arthur administration years were, I‘d offer up this analogy: seeing that Arthur was an unelected robotic, vanilla VP, who only took office to begin with after the charismatic POTUS, James Garfield, who did all the heavy lifting on the ticket, was assassinated just 6 months in; I imagine it’d be akin to if the modern day Pubs had actually allowed testimony in the 2020 impeachment trial and then even took it one step further and impeached the motherfu*ker who shall remain nameless; thus, leaving with us with (shutter) Mike Pence. It‘d be exactly like that...minus the whole Anthony Perkins / Norman Bates vibe.