He knows nothing of the real world. He lives in an ivory tower and he never sees what his decisions do. Sure he goes on fancy photo ops to Iraq, but does he get splattered by body parts when a missile hits? Does he hold a child with her legs blown off, while she dies in his arms? Does he comfort the survivors? The widows? The orphaned? Does he throw money into the hat of the homeless guy, who smiles at him each day as he passes? Does he worry about if his kids will be homed, or fed, or schooled? Does he go to prison when he kills? Does he lose his job, because he's corrupt? Does he know when gas is $4 a gallon? Does he go to the funerals of the dead soldiers? Does he see their mothers weep? ...

He knows nothing of the real world. He lives in an ivory tower and he never sees what his decisions do. Sure he goes on fancy photo ops to Iraq, but does he get splattered by body parts when a missile hits? Does he hold a child with her legs blown off, while she dies in his arms? Does he comfort the survivors? The widows? The orphaned? Does he throw money into the hat of the homeless guy, who smiles at him each day as he passes? Does he worry about if his kids will be homed, or fed, or schooled? Does he go to prison when he kills? Does he lose his job, because he's corrupt? Does he know when gas is $4 a gallon? Does he go to the funerals of the dead soldiers? Does he see their mothers weep?

No. He doesn't. He sleeps in comfort, far far away from the little people. We are just like ants. It's not that he hates us, we are just too small and unimportant to notice and get crushed underfoot, as he barrels along on his merry way.

He sleeps fine.