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Better Lives for Our Grandchildren: A Plane Crash Survivor's Perspective on Politics and Life , by Bill Robertson (Author)

A retired marketing executive of a $40 billion corporation, Bill Robertson has led an interesting life. Growing up in Niles, Michigan, he attended Harvard Business School, ran a marathon, scaled Mt. Rainier, played a round of golf with Neil Armstrong, met President Reagan, and made six holes in one. He also survived a devastating airline disaster aboard United Airlines Flight 232, which crashed in Sioux City, Iowa. The crash changed his priorities and his life. Spending time with a growing family became his top concern, and he worried for the future of his six grandkids. The future looked bleak. His grandkids’ generation might be the first to have a lower standard of living than their parents. This book, Better Lives for Our Grandchildren: A Plane Crash Survivor's Perspective on Politics and Life, shows how he applied his extensive marketing experience to examine the direction of the country by taking the reader on the journey that led to the election of Donald J. Trump as president. The country wanted change, and Bill’s book identifies why there was so much angst and what the country is doing to change direction.

June/10/2008 3:34AM
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Dear Senator Obama: I am ever so grateful that you want to send me and every other American a hear felt $1000 to help offset what you and the rest of congress has done to me and my country. This will go ever so far to help me with $5.50 a gallon gasoline this summer. When Read the full article…

June/08/2008 16:39PM
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Worse, much worse. We are only hitting choppy water. The perfect storm is on the horizon. It’s all our fault. The two best candidates we can put up for the highest office are both from the senate. The approval rating for congress is lower than it is for Bush. Explain the logic of that. One has Read the full article…

June/08/2008 2:23AM
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I’ve seen ugly in this country in my lifetime and I sincerely believe I’m about to see it again. I was moving to Detroit in 1967 when the riots broke out. There was a curfew. My office was at 8 Mile Road and the John Lodge and that was just on the outer edge of Read the full article…