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President Obama Reaches Peak Chill on ‘Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee’

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President Obama Reaches Peak Chill on ‘Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee’

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President Obama may not be a comedian per-se, but he’s certainly the funniest president we’ve had in our lifetime (or, rather, the most intentionally funny… Sorry, not sorry Bush). Either way, when the president agrees to appear on your Acura-sponsored web series, you bend the rules a little.

With his appearance on the Season 7 premiere of Jerry Seinfeld’s Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, Obama has reached peak chill. In fact, this may be the final and most significant stop on what some are calling his “No Fucks Given” tour, in which he metaphorically “lets his hair down” and proves himself to be the cool, laid back dude we always sort of figured we had elected (watch it here).

Seinfeld picks up his guest at home (you know, the White House) in a 1963 Corvette Stingray. Now I know what you’re thinking, there’s no way Obama and Seinfeld speed off down Pennsylvania Avenue and hit the local diner for a cup of Joe… and they don’t. They drive around the driveway in the Stingray before settling into Obama’s tricked out presidential Cadillac and heading to some sort of servant’s wing for a casual cup of coffee.

And it really does seem casual. The two seem, somewhat bizarrely, evenly matched in terms of their life experience and point of view. I’m not suggesting that Jerry Seinfeld holds the same weight as the president, but they’re both “larger than life” guys just trying to come across as down-to-earth and relatable (whether these personas are genuine are not is another discussion, but it seems authentic enough).

They discuss what underwear Obama wears, how he adjusts the temperature in the White House and golfing with Larry David. Sure, Obama can’t control his “politician hands,” but no stunt has made me want to chill with our President more. It’s only towards the end of the segment that he slips in his Obamacare plug, but it’s a minor mention, kind of like, “Usually I only participate in this celebrity crap so I can plug Obamacare, but oh well while I’m here I might as well plug Obamacare.”

Then the piece de la resistance: Obama drives the Stingray (allegedly a childhood dream), with the comfortable demeanor of a gangster surveying his turf. And while Obama may not get chiseled into Rushmore (seriously, that’s discussed), he has succeeded in reaching peak chill, thus becoming the chillest President ever, and for that you gotta love him.