The duress of the dress. Thank you. J.K.

Seriously.

I do not mean JK as in “Just Kidding”.

Thank you for seriously taking a wretched problem and for putting your awareness behind it, in front of it. All over it. For taking a wretched problem.

Offering a solution.

Putting your money where your mouth is.

So to speak.

Caring enough about your fellow man to call a spade a spade.

Get the ball rolling.

Not play a God card.

Having a heart.

Because “speak” is what you did. And I pray (because I do) not prey (because I don’t) that people listen to you.

There is a gigantic and ginormous domestic problem. A traffic problem of epic proportions. This is no fantasy. It’s not just about boys and girls. AND. It’s all about boys and girls.

This is no fantastical dream of dreaming for those who dream. There lives are being put at great risk. And it is not just bozo-like outbursts of cackle and spackle that is filling the cracks, emaciousness and wrinkles.

We are filling their beautiful young minds with trash. Everyday, everywhere, every moment of their waking and dreaming lives.

This is our youth’ reality. Because adults in the room stopped listening. Kept looking in their own mirror, and forgot that a child’s life matters.

It is gross. Their behavior. Why don’t they critically rate themselves and the lines of “hooey” spewed?

With great power comes great responsibility. Thank you J.K. For moving the conversation in a healthy direction. For the kids. Time will tell. It usually does.

How to unpack a child’s life from the demands an adult may place/places on their little beings?

Priceless.

Not clueless, soulless and careless.

Duress: Threats, violence, constraints, or other action brought to bear on someone to do something against their will or better judgment.

Yes.

But.

An innocent child does not always know. There are thunderous little beings that just go ahead and do. Thank goodness for them!

Expressing their little selves just as they are.

In your face.😀

But.

For some the cuts run too deep. The secret cries too loud. In their heads. In their minds. Their beautiful minds. The hurts too fresh.

Would you like a dressing with that cut? For that cut?

And send them on their way.

Not on my watch.

Hoping they return so that the adults can “monitor”………their “progress”……..

Would you like a band aid?

No.

No. Thank you.

I want a real solution. Someone who cares. Not a “cover”. Cuts that run deep do not heal in a day. For some the cuts ache for a lifetime.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Vision. Standards side by side.

Discrimination, re-screening, updating.

Give me a break.

Wrinkles sometimes show one was not born yesterday. Did you even ask if God had wrinkles? Hmmmmm. I object to your belief in the aging process. By and through God. A religious objection. I cannot change a deeply held religious belief (GB, SB) I have held it for a long time.

Since birth actually.

I believe in God’s presence because I have asked and He has answered. You cannot nor have the right to carelessly throw my views and visions under the bus.

If you believe that color, size, facial features and actions matter. Can you admit to yourself that you honestly have put your own, hard earned money where your mouth is?

Too much talk.

Not enough action?

For you?

My apologies.

Although this is none of your business. I have had more action than I care to remember, and that does not allow you to look the other way as our children are passing by. Hurt. Changing. Brainwashed.

In my core. I believe in God’s promises. God’s standards. God has standardized me. God standardizes me daily. Tests me daily to resist your options of changing. To allow me to believe what I believe. To pass on undeniable acceptance of another. As they are. As they were.

You do your thing.

I do my thing.

I have a right to assert my religious exemption from your little rule. (GB)(SB)

I will exercise my right to act honestly on behalf of a little child. A Child of God.

I remember you are a Child of God too. And you can choose to do your thing. Your way. Dress as you wish. Express yourself as you wish. Your decision does not make it my decision. My un yielding spiritual beliefs protect me. From you and I will exercise them in the order of protection of a child. From you. And your decisions.

Freedom is something I nurture, care for, hold near and dear and I will share mine with a child. Your path is not breaking news. It is a freedom breaking decision (GB) Shut down any one that objects. Forcing everyone to do exactly what you say.

Overwhelming a child with thoughts of grandeur, sexual or otherwise is a low blow. Madness. Grooming of the most insidious nature. Please stop.

Constitutionally, we are still allowed by our Founders. To believe as we choose. And I will throw my protection behind that of a child. Any precious being of God. Including you as a Child of God. Even if and when you believe color, size and facial features matter.

I don’t. Agree with you. I object to you and your line of thinking.

Let a child speak.

We should all feel compelled by personal human beliefs to step up and defend our children, creatures, our most vulnerable beings. Anytime, Any day. Anywhere.

On God’s green earth.

We are not, nor never allowed to

Play God.

In God’s eyes. In your eyes. In my eyes. It is not our “call”. But. It is a belief. A belief system. Of.

Good versus Evil.

The problem is a spiritual hole (GB). We must prepare the road. For our children, creatures, our most vulnerable beings. Through great personal turmoil comes great responsibility too.

I choose the former. With God’s presence at my side. Whether or not you accept my offering is a moot point to me. My belief system is founded on strength. Not fillers, spackle and cackle. To throw off my opponent. Does not work that way.

My service of a God’s children, creatures and vulnerable being works hard. Hardest still and pays no attention to how they dress, size color,facial features, etc. It does pay very close attention to the dressing provided. For and of the deep seeded cuts of soil rooted deep in their beings, My deeply held spiritual beliefs attempt to relieve them of their burdens.

Not add to them.