Lessons Learned: My Political Journey from Defeat to Wisdom
Stupidity, like a festering sore, doesn't just blossom with the morning sun; it festers, unseen, until the cruel light of hindsight exposes it in all its wretched glory. You find yourself, in your later years, gazing back into the murky depths of your own mind, asking, "What in blazes was I thinking?" The justifications that once seemed so sound have evaporated into the ether, not just because the mind is a fickle thing, but because memory, that merciless beast, lays bare all your past follies, leaving you with naught but regret. This, my friends, is how I see my 28th year of existence—a colossal heap of regret. Half of All Politicians Die Inglorious Deaths It was the year 1990. I, a mere mortal, was juggling my duties as an officer in the Army Reserves, slogging through a business degree from a glorified paper mill in the evenings, and concocting grand plans for a business venture. And to top it all off, I found myself thrust into the political arena, nominated for the M