RE: Meet your next President
November 15, 2014 at 6:29 pm
(This post was last modified: November 15, 2014 at 6:31 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
Thinking about it I think this man has a real chance. From a marketing prespective he is better material then either Obama or Bush. Watching his interveiw it occurs to that the way he addresses the public is the same way you might address a coworker on a elevator. That is a great thing, he is easy to understand and speaks sense. There is also the fact that he is better educated and more scientifically literate then any president since Reagan at least. I'd market him from several Angles. To the republican public I'd market him as raised Texan and family that speaks sense. I'd also paint him as a family man, that has many positions like his father's but is more flexible. To the dems I'd market him as a youthful and well educated kind of reniassance man, that ran a clinic for the poor and what's out of foreign wars. For the disenfranchised like myself I would do away with the change crap and tout what he says and his voting record.
By no means would it be easy as but if he got the Republican nomination then he's on good footing, if not there is still a chance, just it'd be a very uphill battle.
By no means would it be easy as but if he got the Republican nomination then he's on good footing, if not there is still a chance, just it'd be a very uphill battle.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
