It is said that great leaders are born, not made. The saying is true to this degree, that no man can persuade people to do what he wants them to do, unless he genuinely likes people, and believes that what he wants them to do is to their own advantage. – Bruce Fairchild Barton
A great leader is born not made is a theoretical debate that never gets resolved. But then I do not think it can be taught. That is why Washington and FDR and JFK just have it in them! and Roy! Vince Lombardi thinks the other way around?
“How did the feudal system work? Under the feudal system land was granted to people for service. It started at the top with the king granting his land to a baron for soldiers all the way down to a peasant getting land to grow crops. The center of life in the Middle Ages was the manor. The manor was run by the local lord.“
I STILL SEE “INDUSTRY” WRITTEN ALL OVER EVERYTHING. WHETHER SCIENCE OR POLITICS, OR CORPORATIONS, OR GOVERNMENT…AND THE BIG FISH RULE THE DAY AS BIG FISH BERNIE TELLS US ALL AFTER ALL. RATIONALIZATION AND HERD THE PEASANTS TO THEIR FEUDAL FIEFDOM WHATEVER A FEUDAL FIEFDOM MIGHT BE…THEN OFF WITH THEIR HEADS?
AND MOST OF US FALL INTO THAT CATEGORY.
NOBODY, HOWEVER IDIOTICALLY PRODUCTIVE WE MIGHT HAVE BEEN PUSHED INTO BEING AND USED BY THE HIGHER UPS, IS INDISPOSABLE WHEN THE SHIP IS SINKING– AND WHO MIGHT THE RATS BE? SO BE IT…THOMAS PAINE AND I SEE NO TOMORROW IF YA AIN’T ONE OF THEM THERE AT THE TOP ALREADY EXCEPT WHEN HIDING IN BUNKERS LIKE DICK CHENEY IN VICE.
Sorry to mix my metaphors with bunkers and castle towers and submarines and trenches, and museums, and Architectural Digest-type sacred structures with majestic columns and all the ships at sea. At least we should everyone of us admit to global warming/climate change and that animals will be better off without us mucking up their Darwinian right-to-life and survival of the fittest!
Signed: George Orwell, Theodore Seuss, Kurt Vonnegut, Thoreau, and Bradbury, too
Please read this as you sit on your asses on couches if you possess couches, dear readers, only to be discovered when Pompeii is safe to architecturally dig and marvel at and take selfies with. That is our preposition decree…always end decrees with some kinda propo-prepostion!
POSTSCRIPT: How is Ireland doing? I am ready to abandon my house and move there to live and bask in the security of genius minds which will see us through no doubt about it. But, at this point in time, do we go there by sailboat instead of a jet? I no longer feel loyalty to the United States nor to my Hoosier state neither/either. Signed: Benedict Arnold.
POST-postscript: Is Ireland as corporately minded as our single-minded cowboy nation? I hope not! I want to become a leprechaun tomorrow! And green has always been my favorite color. And Finian’s Rainbow is there I hear? OH, Danny boy, I love you so. Too roo loo ra loo ra–’tis an Irish lullaby!