Proposing at dawn in the mountains. What a fucking cobag. Jenna, sweetie, you know he's only dating you so he can try to be an even worse president than your dear old daddykins, right?
In all fairness, how much would it suck to be her? If you are the spawn of the most widely reviled president in American history, dinner conversation has got to be tough if you have any shred of a conscience or soul:
"Soooo, Dad, what did you do at work today?"
"I think Rove, Dick and I figured out a way to grab people off the streets. We'll just call them enemy non-combatants for badmouthing Daddy's decisions."
"Don't you think that is a little unethical or, I dunno, unconstitutional?"
"Not if you want me to sign your permission slips anymore."