It

After this weekend. Now I see it all the more clearly.

I have suddenly come to the sad realization that I wouldn’t trust myself with real power. Because I’m too much of a coward with power.

There’s a reason why people like Donald John Trump are where they are and why people like me are consigned to being the reserve to the second assistant dog catcher in life.

There’s a reason why people like Donald John Trump are made and destined to be eternally remembered, while some archaeologist of the distant future might or might not dig my bones up from the deep ground, but probably not.

Some people just have it.  After this weekend, I realize that I don’t.