Profile of a PBP

My name is Mark. I grew up in a small town in Indiana, close to the Illinois line. My dad was the local car dealer. He worked hard, and he built the dealership from next to nothing, but he was always there for us. We were comfortable, but never felt rich. We were just average people in an average town.

After I graduated from IU with a degree in business, I went back and worked for my dad. I did every job in the dealership, and learned everything there was to know about selling cars. When he retired, he turned the dealership over to me. I’ve been there ever since.

People don’t understand how difficult it is to sell cars, particularly in this environment. What, with the internet, and environmental issues, and a never ending list of regulations, you never know where you are from day to day. I work my butt off, and I earn everything I get. It pisses me off when people on the left call me “privileged;” they don’t understand how much my dad and I sacrificed to get where I am today.

Trump? He can be awfully embarrassing. Half the time, he has no idea what he’s talking about. Sometimes he just makes me cringe. My wife absolutely can’t stand him. But, after some struggle, I decided to vote for him, because he was good for my business and my investments, even with his stupid tariffs and big mouth. Voting for Biden was just too big a risk. He’s OK on his own, but what about Bernie and Warren and the rest of that crowd? They just can’t be trusted.

The outcome of the election was OK. We can rely on Mitch to keep the Democrats in line, and Biden seems like a reasonable, decent guy. I don’t like all of this stuff about overturning the results of the election. Instability is not our friend. It’s time to move on.