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Day Nine: POTUS

In honor of last night's presidential election, I thought it might be cathartic for us to reflect on previous presidents.

No president is perfect, but in light of Donald Trump being elected, I'd like to focus on the polar-opposite president from my own history:  Jimmy Carter.

Jimmy Carter was a mess from an economic standpoint.  He couldn't pull our country out of a horrific recession, and hence wasn't reflected.  However, he was a good person.  He believed in people working together, both domestically and internationally.  He was a family man.  He was a God-fearing man (to this day, he teaches Sunday School in his local church). Many in our government could use a shot of Jimmy Carter's morality and humility.

Ethan:
I think President Obama is really the only President during my lifetime where I have really feel like I understood what was going on and what was happening. It was during his election in 2008 that I began to be interested in politics and figured out what I wanted to do. I think he has also brought a measure of dignity to the presidency that is necessary for a president. I have not always agreed with his policies, but I always thought he had the best interests of the nation at heart.

John - I don't have great feelings about any particular president except Pres Obama.  I really feel like he is interested in the well being of our country and the people in our country.  No president is perfect but I think he has done a good job over the last 8 years.

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