Dear Mr. President,
I remember the words you quoted as
it appeared in the press in bold: "The buck ends with me."
A lot of thoughts came surging to
me as fresh adrenalin and free flow of
read -literature in memory.
I like the way you've have used the
language, a dead idiom-the way you have resuscitated and given it
the speech of life as your accepted responsibility, as your
classy way to use language with dignity, style and chosen
responsibility to be: the leader.
Their is great substance,
character, leadership and responsibility in you it seems, if one
wants deduce the connoted spoken: 'the buck ends with me.'
When I read your words as it
appeared in black, bold print: the immediate analogy that came to
me was an attempted basket ball shot, made with talent, made with
passion called the beauty of a stunner, made with the liking for
basket ball-a shot which flowed the ball from your skilful hands
into a destiny called the basket, where the ball by ingenuity
failed to touch any surface, surrounding to trap it, but fell
into the basket as a classic basket ball shot.
I clap with my hands so
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