The Country Pundit enjoys celebrity personality tests on the Internet. They're fun, meaningless, and involve precious little in the way of resources. They're also a way to boost one's ego if the results come out right.

To wit: This quiz asks which Founding Father you are. I took the test back in November of 2002 and took it again today. The results, rather shockingly, were the same:

Which Founding Father Are You?

Back then, I took the thing again and got the following:

I can see where me clicks with this variant of John Adams. I think I've said before that I'm not particularly interested in being liked but would rather be the one that people ask "What's the answer?" That being said, I also liked John Adams in a stage performance of 1776, so Adams isn't too far away from a facet of my personality. ("Cool Considerate Men" is arguably my favorite song---y'think?---followed closely by Richard Henry Lee's song-and-dance routine. Absolute-Lee.)

This one's actually too bloody close for comfort. I'm told (by suitably enlightened people!) I've got a great sense of humor and it usually works, but when it doesn't, hoo boy. I'm also reportedly pretty amusing to hear on a live rant. At any rate, I'm working on the mover and shaker part. "Wait'll they get a load of me..." From what I gather out of a French Revolution Time Machine book, Paine collected the death sentence on twelve star systems from Robespierre's government, and that's a bad thing. He did, however, escape, due to the fact (I think) that Messrs. Robespierre et al got marched to Mme. Defarge's salon before Mr. Paine did.¹

In the final analysis, it is good to know that I am like one of the most famous Virginians. The fact that we both have sideburns determines that we will both be President, muahahaha. You know, Internet quizzes being so reliable in predicting anything other than that people will waste time at them.

1. Ed Burke was right and that revolution was bad. The more I think about it, one of the last things that the French did right was to help us out in 1789; after that, it was all downhill. Sigh. You'd think the land of Jeanne d'Arc, Laetitia Casta (broadly), and the TGV might be able to come up with something other than knee-jerk opposition to America. Hope springs eternal, I suppose.

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