Losers make promises they often break. Winners make commitments they always keep. – Denis Waitley
Recently I logged a couple thousand miles. Road miles. Asphalt. Some in better condition than other.
And most of the road was two-lane and divided highway that cut through wide-open desolate country. The view, in any direction, much of the way farther than a handful of country miles. Cell phone, unless in roam, but a paperweight.
The numbered roads did not circumvent but cut through the heart of tiny communities and small towns in what is known as “fly over” country. Typically, a turn or two to stay on course.
Reduced speed limit signs, “Welcome to …”, “Vacancy” on signs for dinky motels, and reduced speed limits signs greeted. To those ignoring the MPH law, a police officer awaited—to introduce himself, the town, and point out the missed or ignored sign.
Along the way, railroads, cattle and crop farms, windmills, monstrous silos, and billboards promoting Christianity, God, and pro-life decorated the landscape.
Not one small town comes to mind that did not have at least a modest memorial to veterans. Flags aplenty.
This the land of hard-working folks blessed with common sense whose spirit is to win.
Last evening I watched President Trump speak to Congress, America, and the world.
Commitments (his) is what he addressed. Those being promises ignored and broken by his predecessor.
Our President spoke in clear language—with calm but undeniable determination to right America.
He was direct as to what must be done. Confusion? Nope.
He did not, as his predecessor, declare any American the enemy.
Rather, he challenged all to be part of the solutions.
How anyone could protest bewildering.
Like the countryside I traveled, President Trump spoke to a grand vision (view), speed limits, hard work, service to country, and cited the ultimate sacrifice of one Navy SEAL while extending heartfelt thanks to his widow. Many a Democrat sat in protest. Why? Losers.
There is no reason to dissect President Trump’s remarks.
He is an American, with great love of country, about American being first. His words, more so actions to date, proof.
First—the number and place of winners.
We just evicted a President who was not a winner. His nature antagonistic, that of a loser. He surrounded himself with losers. His protege loser lost the election to Mr. Trump.
The contrast between those two now irrelevant losers, and their losers who blindly follow, and President Trump could not be more stark.
Sore losers. We have not time for them.
Pride in America is steadily smothering the loser aura.
For the first time in a long time, too long, our President leads, from the front, the way.
Get on board the train or get run over. For there are miles to go and commitments to keep …
America is now again winners country!
Obedient to speed limits, somehow I innocently missed one in Kansas. After check of proof of insurance, driver’s license, and a brief conversation about circumstances and ultimate destination, the police officer kindly issued a warning and wished us well. Whether the Navy license plate holder and Marine Corps decal had any influence, I know not. But they sure did not hurt. Collecting my thoughts a few miles down the road, I said to my wife:
Well, now I can claim dodging a bullet in Dodge City.