Bri Edwards


The 'Shoulders' Of Our Nation..... [U.S. President; Politics? ; Responsibility; SHORT]


For what reason do we elect “The President” ……every four years?
The election result brings smiles to some; to others it brings tears.

Then, if popular opinion sides with “Him”, “He” gets the credit;
BUT when things turn out poorly, “He” gets blamed; you can BET it!

So I guess “He’s” our “Shoulder”, for us/”U.S.”, to pamper or to pound,
saving us from having to spread the praise, OR the poison, all around.

(March 5,2014)

Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014


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i was probably reading something 'pro' or 'con' about President Obama, our current president (in his second/final four year term) .

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