The problem with career public “servants” — and that includes almost every politician — is that they’re not as smart as business leaders. Especially business leaders who create and grow their own privately held businesses. You can also give a shout out to CEOs of publicly held companies because getting to the top of that ladder takes smarts, political savvy and a feel for intrigue, to be sure. But career politicians, like many of the current presidential candidates, have been playing in the messy governmental sandbox and they aren’t equipped either by experience or mindset to bring honest business solutions to a massive business that frankly is bleeding to death. Occasionally, you find a politician, like a Newt Gingrich, who straddles the private and public sector. You always had the opinion he was never “all in” during his run for the WH. Because as smart as he was, he curiously decided to wear Barbie on his arm at almost every public appearance. And if Callista wasn’t on his arm, she was in the audience and he never failed to extol her creative abilities as an owner of Gingrich Productions. You know it must have occurred to him that she might be more of a liability than an asset to his campaign. He is undeniably smart — some say, brilliant. Yet, he chose to push Callista to the forefront as he might a savant protege, with a kind of doting infatuation. Every woman voter in America saw the white coif and thought of the former spouse left behind. You therefore had to conclude that Newt was more interested in a business and bedroom life than a stint in the Oval Office. He couldn’t have been that dumb, could he? More recently, in a Fox News interview, Newt suggested that Barack H. Obama was living out a fantasy, that his actions were not as much ideological as they were delusional — an opinion that makes you wonder who’s delusional. Perhaps the politician in Newt Gingrich just can’t bring himself to state the obvious. Perhaps Newt  the businessman would. He might say that Obama, from the very  beginning, set out to dismantle America’s fundamental underpinnings; and has succeeded beyond his own expectations. You see, the politician must couch his words, avoid going out on a limb, avoid criticism, try to please most of the people most of the time. The politician never knows whom he might need, and when, to further his political ambitions. The businessman’s goals are not that arcane — he takes the necessary, pragmatic steps to assure his company makes a profit and perpetuates itself. Period. Mitt Romney was just such a businessman. But he became a politician — and he talked like a politician, walked like a politician and lost like a politician. Donald leads the polls for only one reason — he doesn’t behave like a politician. Cruz has traction because he says he hates political corruption and people believe him. Rubio is popular because he has good looks and smoothly articulates issues. Many people say they don’t like politicians. Is that true? You’ve heard some say that Democrats are in fact real people — and these real people will choose a real career politician in Hillary — possibly because they do admire the three qualities a Democrat politician must have — deceitfulness, corruptness and failure. Plus, at nearly 70, she likely won’t sully the Oval Office with oral sex. At least you hate to contemplate that event.  Who the American people choose as President comes down, after all,  to who the American people are. If the majority of voters truly depend on the Federal Government and want the Federal Government to manage their livelihoods and their lives, Hillary wins. If the majority sees the country and world in free fall, believes America is in decline and believes restoring America’s virtues is the pathway to prosperity for everyone, any Republican wins. Without question, the power brokers of both parties — and the media — want desperately to elect a politician. They will excoriate outsider candidates because outsiders always threaten the cushy Beltway Club.  America thought Obama was an outsider. He wasn’t. He said he would change America. Has he ever.

Year after year, month after month, week after week, hour after hour and minute after minute, you observe golfers attempting to strike a golf ball with a golf club. These people aren’t world class athletes but they have athletic ability. They aren’t physically ripped but they have adequate sinew in some of the right places. They are reasonably intelligent — intelligent enough to understand the task at hand. Even so, they hustle to spend thousands of dollars for expert instruction, just to affirm that the expert instruction agrees with previous expert instruction, with previous video instruction, with previous instruction manuals, with previous books by every PGA Champion that every lived, and most important, with previous instruction from fellow players. They have devoted mind, body and soul, money and time, to countless hours of repetitive practice to accomplish one basic skill — to strike a golf ball in the general proximity of the center of the face of a golf club. The ball in no way attempts to avoid this strike. It doesn’t weave, dodge or duck. Very calmly, it sits there, composed, anticipating a thrilling flight but most often disappointed by a bumpy ride. Some would say the balls get to know their owners and thus have no high flown expectations. In their fruitless search of even modest success, all golfers, especially senior golfers, are essentially ignorant about the secret to golfing mastery. They understand the importance of physical fitness and flexibility. They do something about both. They understand the urgency for tempo and balance. They improve both. They understand swing plane, spine angle and follow-through. They studiously repeat all three. And still, despite using an instrument that approaches the size of a squash racket, they fail time and again, as did their ancestors who, by today’s standards, used prehistoric equipment. Yet a tiny minority of those very ancestors could strike the ball dead center almost every time, as do a minority of players today. And please don’t be confused. The objective is not about propelling a golf ball straight or high or low or long. The objective is simply for the center of the club — any club — to meet the center of the ball — any ball. The preponderance of evidence proves that this objective is physically impossible for the vast majority of golfers, for a simple reason. They do not possess one key physical ability, the vital ability, needed to accomplish this one basic  act — the raw ability to concentrate. Admit it. Until now, you didn’t think of concentration as a skill, asset or physical endowment like running, jumping and throwing. You thought concentration was some sort of grit or willpower that you turn on and off, willy nilly; and you punished yourself repeatedly for lacking proper disposition, temperament and character. Now you know the truth. Concentration is an ability, like singing. Like dozens of other God-given talents. It just exists, nestled in your DNA. You either have it or you don’t. Of course, what little you do have you begin to lose as you age. And as you age, you also suffer memory loss. Therefore, during the elapsed two seconds of a golf swing, whatever concentration  you begin with takes a leave of absence — time and time again. But you won’t be dissuaded. You stay with it, firm in the knowledge that accidentally, when you least expect it, your club will strike the center of the ball. Perhaps once. Perhaps twice. Enough to promise that tomorrow you vow to concentrate even more.

He will have to show up for a press conference clad in his Thobe, Bisht and perhaps Ghutra & Egal, before the fawning press and brainless public will begin to consider that Barack Obama might just be, possibly, perchance, maybe — a devout Muslim. To most observers, there seems to be only a smidgen of evidence that suggests the President might regularly kneel to the East. Or maybe you should ignore the fact that he was born to a Muslim father, fostered by a Muslim stepfather in a Muslim nation where he was registered in school as — a roll of drums, please — a Muslim. To be fair, you should ignore BO’s documented support of the Muslim Brotherhood. While you’re at it, don’t forget to ignore the POTUS bowing and scraping before Muslim potentates. It’s easy enough to ignore his interview with the NY Times when he described the Muslim call to prayer as “one of the prettiest sounds on Earth at sunset.” You may choose to ignore these first few lines:

Allah is Supreme.
Allah is Supreme.
Allah is Supreme. Allah is Supreme.
I witness that there is no god but Allah.
I witness that there is no god but Allah.
I witness that Muhammad is his prophet. . .

Of course, you also must ignore words the POTUS studiously avoids. Words like “God” and “Christianity.” This avoidance comes as no surprise since in 2009, Obama told the Turks “we do not consider ourselves a Christian nation.” To back up this claim, he routinely recited the most revered line of the most revered document in American history by omitting the phrase “by their Creator.” After you process that, try hard to ignore his previous references to “my Muslim faith.” And while you’re in the ignoring mood, this is the perfect time for you to tune out. Because everything the POTUS says about the Paris violence and the Syrian refugee initiative might lead you to believe that Americans are unduly paranoid and Muslims unduly reproached. In his own words, he lectured you and revealed a Freudian slip of the silver tongue: “I think on one hand non-Muslims cannot stereotype, but I also think the Muslim community has to think about how we make sure that children are not being affected with this twisted notion that somehow they can kill innocent people.” You can ignore these historical words, just as you can ignore historical premeditated acts — leaving Benghazi defenseless, leaving Iraq to ISIS, leaving Syria to Russia, leaving Iran a pathway to nuclear weapons, leaving American borders naked. You can also overlook that he quietly appointed Muslims to key posts within his Administration. Apparently, the rise of Obama and the rise of Islamic terrorism is simple coincidence. Apparently, the media, Congress, Governors and armchair pundits see nothing sinister in the Obama presidency —  can not conceive the possibility of Muslim intrigue occupying the Oval Office — can not think the unthinkable. Apparently, BHO grew up a Muslim, walks like a Muslim, talks like a Muslim — so, he’s . . . a . . . Christian. Right.