…But the next election rescued you from imminent disaster. Finally, a normal person comes along, a good dude, miraculously wins, becomes president. Yes! … However, the defeated villain doesn’t say, “I’m sorry. Good luck. I’m behind you all the way. …” Instead of an olive branch, he/she grabs a golf club and says, “See, I won. Smashed par like I smashed everything else. I’m a smasher!”…
The stoplight has turned from red to green. I don’t need a policeman’s blessing or a driver’s manual to know that I can push the accelerator and continue my journey.
