Big Red Car here on a slightly gloomy morning, y’all. How are you feeling on the heels of the Super Bowl? Feelings?
Was it SUPER for you and how are you feeling? [News flash — nobody really cares, but the Big Red Car is just trying to be polite. He will get that way from time to time. Not often, but sometimes.]
Somebody told the Big Red Car — never bet against old guys with super model, legal immigrant wives in anything. Sounds like good advice, no?
So, the Big Red Car has been thinking about some things.
The Age of Feelings
We have been enmired in an age of feelings. Stop right here and go read something else if you don’t agree. Get a cortada and check your Insta.
Recently, we have been “feeling” a lot of things which hit its apogee with the former President Obama — this is not a political diatribe as the Big Red Car has been on pretty damn good behavior for the last six months of the campaign. Check the paucity of political posts. [OTOH, The Boss has been out there on the web making friends of thin-skinned, whiny liberals of all stripes.]
Full disclosure: The Big Red Car has never been comfortable with leaders who cry. Maybe it’s the military thing. Maybe it’s an Old School thing. Cryers make the Big Red Car nervous. Very nervous.
President Obama would publicly emote his feelings with displays of tears and totally rehearsed speeches filled to overflowing with faux emotion. Business leaders, also, were always telling us how some initiative was intended to counter some bad feeling. You may pick your own cause.
The liberal leaning, whiny lefties, still wrestling with how the Electoral College works, are notorious for communicating how their feelings are in the ICU. Stop it. [Sorry. Got caught in a rip tide there for a few seconds.]
The Age of Results
With the turn of a new year, the election, a new administration, the Super Bowl, it feels (haha, feels) as if the orientation of mankind and society has changed to results. Not what you feel but what you can actually get done. This new President, this Trump person — the rest of the White House can’t keep up with him. What a pace for a 70-year old guy, no? He even works on Saturdays and Sundays.
The Boss sees this with his CEO clients. There are some who talk a damn good game and, then, there are the ones who show up in overalls, work boots, jeans, flannel shirts, and work gloves — and CRUSH it. They do the work. They get the results. Only then do they decide how it makes them feel.
Work, results first. Feelings second.
Winning feels good. Winning requires results, not feelings. Feelings come after the results.
That’s it for today. Results. The Age of Results is upon us. Results talk and bullshit walks.
So, CEOs, here’s the advice — go pick up a set of overalls, get fitted for work boots (break them in carefully, so you don’t get blisters), buy a flannel shirt, get some deerskin work gloves, buy a bandana — get to work. The problem with identifying opportunity is it is often camouflaged as work.
But, hey, what the Hell do I really know anyway? I’m just a Big Red Car looking for a paint job. I want results and I want you to get them. The Age of Results.
Do not bet against old guys with super model, legal immigrant wives, y’all. Haha. That cracks me up.
