thehypocrite

This is not about President Trump.

While I stay strictly neutral on politics, I admit that I found the president both a frightening and entertaining addition to that pantheon of American leaders.

My honest opinion is that one man is much the same as the next. As humans, we are oddly ill-equiped to lead ourselves.

The blonde leading the blonde, if you will.

Sometimes, I get frustrated that more people aren't willing to put their wants on hold and set an example by carrying the load of leadership. Not by telling others what to do, but by living a life worth imitating and doing what is right because it's right. That's really the definition of love. Well, one of them.

Once, I overheard a colleague comment about the team leader on a project we were working on. He disagreed with the direction he was getting.

From me.

It was a little disappointing, as I didn't ask to be lead. Usually the best leaders feel the least qualified. And those who long to be in charge are the worse candidate for any given role.

So I wrote this. I think i was angry at the time. I'm curious if it reads as angry. I think I see the aggressiveness there. You might not.

Who put this idiot in charge? You asked to be left alone. You wanted your time for you. You wanted to do what you wanted to do. Someone had to be the hook upon which all things are hung. You wanted to sit down. You wanted to be left alone.

That makes for an empty spot on the shelf. A vacuum. And we all know nature abhors a vacuum.

Hello there. I didn’t want this. I wanted to be left alone too. But there’s a little voice in my head saying ‘just pick up that bale.’ Somebody has to lose at monopoly. So here I am. The idiot in charge. The people pleaser you hoped would appear.

You’re welcome. To quote Colonel Nathan R. Jessup, “Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use ’em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I’d rather if you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I couldn't care less what you think you are entitled to.’

A post awaits and the idiot invites you.

Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.

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