How can you not love the Clooney?

Is it possible to not love George Clooney? I don't think there's a cooler man in the public eye right now. I don't mean cool as in awesome, I mean cool in its original sense. Cool as in cool, baby, that's right. It could be argued that Clooney doesn't belong in 2006. I, for one, think he's better suited to cruising around with Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr., moreso than his modern-day Hollywood peers. Clooney has more charisma and personality in his little finger than all the other big names combined. This is a guy who you can look at and think, Oh, yeah, I can see why he's famous. This is a guy who can deliver an Oscar acceptance speech or a random interview with the same easy charm he brings to his roles. He does not disappoint.

And he's classy, too. You don't know anything about his romances or his dating life, and he likes it that way. Clooney doesn't show up in the tabloids, he hasn't been to rehab, and he doesn't trash hotel rooms. He's too cool for that, baby. Clooney's at a jazz club, tapping his foot. Clooney shows you how it's done.