I’m dumb. I’m a dumb person. Now, I say that with immense pride and understanding. When I was in congress being dumb unfortunately did little to help me stand out. I had to do that on my own by shaking hands with world leaders. I’ve always felt that handshakes are important. You can prejudge someone by reading their press clippings. But good luck reading their palms accurately in a double-page spread. That’s something you must feel for yourself.
So I like hands. I like hands a lot. I like my hands. I have two and most people I deal with have two, too. That’s not to say I’m opposed to a shoulder pat, or an elbow squeeze should circumstances require it. That’s what great about traveling overseas, you get to see how different cultures work. And it usually involves hands. I believe that once you shake someone’s hand you are indebted to them for life. Maybe not financially, but hopefully financially. It’s why I always bring a checkbook with me.
You gotta hand it to our former elites. They were so smart. Think of it, smart people got us into many wars. Wars we didn’t understand. Smart people have beliefs and often principles, underpinned by a guiding philosophy. Dumb people have so much thing. At least I don’t. It’s time the keys were handed over to the morons. As an idiot, I can’t wait to take the wheel.
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