Ap·point (v): to assign a job or role to someone.
Everyone has stood emotionally naked in a gymnasium and endured the indignity, nervous energy and frantic, sweaty sensation of choosing up sides. It is such a ridiculous practice, pursued by adults so that they are not forced to appoint people to teams, perhaps in doing so, creating greater balance.
And it does generate a natural inclination for those who are selected early on in the process as being preferable, to cheat and lie in order to maintain the status of their prowess.
We just love to vote in this country.
- We can’t sit and enjoy music. We have to pit singers against each other.
- We can’t even allow a chef to make a meal on television without having a food fight.
- And we certainly manufacture awards for our children, to extol their macaroni and glue picture.
Although we insist that “all men are created equal,” we privately want to be supreme.
This is why I sometimes believe it would be better to appoint a President. Maybe we would consider things like qualifications, intelligence, resolve and willingness to work with others in the process instead of just how well he fills out a suit or can devise a cute tweet.
I often wonder if I would be further along if I campaigned instead of just created.
What if I promoted myself more than projecting my ideas?
What if I insisted on being given place instead of taking the place I’ve been given, and become insistent on great notions?
I don’t trust the vote. It is debilitated by human preference, the presence of ego and the chicanery of tricksters.
The very best jobs I have seen accomplished happened when people with a mature outlook on life admitted their weaknesses and appointed the right person to the right job.
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