Goodbye President’s Day

I learned a lot today.

I learned that no matter who’s in office, I still have to work, even if I were to be President.

I learned that my sister probably will never forgive her father who raised me as if I were his own and just like most girls if he were to die she would probably cry alone. The funny thing is that even if he were President she probably still wouldn’t forgive him, honestly she’d probably write a tell all book about him just to kill his political career.

I also learned that as a veteran we find ourselves stuck in an endless cycle of reality that we probably couldn’t escape even if we ourselves were to run for a political office and many of us probably would suffer more if we were to become President. Love for country and fighting for freedom involves a sacrifice that many would rather run from.

I also learned that those desiring to become citizens have four sides. One that knows suffering, one that knows quality, one that wants freedom, and one that is clueless. Sadly, with the stroke of the pen the President has to decide which one he wants to keep in his country at the cost of the tax payer and if he doesn’t keep his word it gets nasty.

I also learned that as a business owner— leadership is a lonely game and at times you don’t know what to feel. Sadly, when you make conscience decisions you get burned and it turns you into a monster that trust no one. You read the Bible over and over again comprehending that Moses may have served one God and the people that he lead may not have had the same God as Moses. In this, you find a little Owl sitting on dollar bills counting pennies comprehending why the founding fathers put in God we trust in their founding creed. I’m assuming the first President voted for this phrase because he may have needed an insurance policy out of this world.

The last thing I learned about as I say goodbye to President’s day is that being an African American is confusing, especially when you know the history. Sadly, since it is black history month and most of the people that I grew up with are either dead, on drugs or in prison, when I hear a speech about a glorious world I get nervous. Honestly, I don’t trust either party, and if they showed up asking for my vote I probably would put a picture of Ben Carson in my window and say he’s my President as I watch them give me a look as if I’ve had brain surgery on a sunny day in a hospital with no air conditioning. As I look in the mirror I’ve come to accept that we Americans love crazy ruthless presidents who make deals while staying warm with our tax dollars as we try and figure it all out. Dollars that many save because we feel that we’ll escape the pit of poverty which in reality is inevitable as long as the preacher keeps telling us we’re all going to hell if we don’t give it to him.

In the end, I guess that’s why a politician okayed the crucifixion of Christ.

I guess wisdom does come with in God we trust.

Goodbye President’s Day.