Not quite comedy gold but maybe comedy bronze, as The One delivers a master class on how to B.S. your way through a subject you know and/or care little about. How he managed to keep a straight face talking up the joys of guys driving around in a circle, I’ll never know; I guess a good briefing book and 18 months spent pandering on the trail to whatever local cultural idiosyncrasy you encounter breeds a certain facility with this sort of thing. He earned his presidential salary today, my friends. The hard way.