This moron serves as a prime example of military men proving to be really lame as U.S. Presidents, following in the dim tradition of Franklin Pierce, Zack Taylor and U.S. Grant. Essentially a do-nothing figurehead who read Zane Grey westerns and dozed in the Oval Office while crucial and dynamic social, political and cultural trends bubbled furiously under the surface of bland, vanillawafer 1950s America. Dragged his feet on civil rights, initiated America's involvement in that decades-long debacle known as the Viet Nam war and did very little to calm the public hysteria regarding the supposed Communist threat (which was all fabricated nonsense, after all) that gripped this idiotic nation in a big way for over a half dozen years. He also was an ardent supporter of the interstate highway system, which was a somewhat good idea, but had onerous repercussions in that Americans became overdependent on their automobiles, spoiled actually, leading to a number of permanent problems that just aren't going away anytime soon, folks (i.e., the U.S. being held hostage by OPEC nations, suburban sprawl, overtaxed national infrastructure, environmental concerns, etc.). He warned us about the negative influence the military-industrial complex would likely inflict on the country, yet did nothing to head these entities off at the pass. Actually, I can't think of a single program or initiative undertaken by this guy's administration that had enduring positive effect on this country or our way of life. In fact, this guy was so underwhelming that a mediocre horse's butt like John Kennedy seemed lightyears more advanced than Eisenhower in comparison, merely because the Great Philanderer came along immediately in the wake of the doddering, geriatric General. I'll say one thing about Dimbulb Dwight, however: his interest in golf served as a boon to that pointless and retarded game/industry back in the day, setting a primeval precedent for those unathletic, 60 oz. steak-eating, martini-swilling, cigar-smoking, titty bar habituents currently clogging the freeways and greens of those terribly boring and wholly unnecessary trifles known as country clubs and golf courses.