I Don’t Know the Man…but
Just this one time, I am pausing my moratorium on political commentary.
I don’t know the man. Maybe he is a sweet old guy who has been a force for good all his life. Maybe he is a bullying prick. Maybe he has been a devoted statesman, maybe he has been a political hack. How would I know, I don’t know the man?
I do know the symptoms. I have seen them before. I have a few of them myself.
I do know that if he was my doctor, I’d want second opinion. If he was my surgeon, I’d postpone the operation.
If he was an engineer, I would not be the first car over his bridge.
If he was my teacher, I’d question his facts. If he taught math, I’d check his work.
If he was my pilot, I’d change my flight.
If he was a cashier, I’d count my change.
If he was a chef, I would not take big bites of his servings.
If he was my uncle, I’d roll my eyes at his repeated stories while I still loved him. If he was my dad, I’d make sure mom did the driving.
If he was my only choice as a baby sitter, I’d stay home that night.
He is probably a very nice man, he seems to be well liked, but people change as they age, some more than others.
I suspect many people would not trust this man as their doctor/surgeon, engineer, teacher, pilot, cashier, chef or baby sitter.
They would still love their uncle and worry about their dad, and they would pray for their President and their Country.