The person I would delight in voting for this November would have these assets. He or she would be a dream candidate, not the nightmare I have now.
My dream candidate would have the intellect of Newt Gingrich but with the morals of Billy Graham. He or she would have a pedigree on file with the National Kennel Club certifying pit bull roots. I think a great candidate would be a guy like my late father.
He had enough common sense to never spend and give away more than he legally earned. He was generous to a fault but could get mighty disagreeable if someone tried to take what was his. He had compassion for the down and out but was thoroughly impatient with laziness.
He openly made his big decisions only after thinking about what God would think about them. Once he made them they were set in granite. He wasn’t right all the time, but he was most of the time and would tell you in a New York minute which way it had gone.
You know, a person with an average IQ, an above average dose of common horse sense (That is the ability to use the knowledge you have gathered wisely. An explanation for those Occupy types), a back bone like a saw log, respect for his fellow humans and deep reverence for God would about be what I’m looking for in a President.
I don’t like those too much who have never had a real job, never had a hickory switch applied to their hind quarters when they were disobedient, and can’t tell a real patriot from an opportunist with the right lapel pin.
I can dream can’t I? I’ve had other dreams that didn’t pan out.