Confunction Junction. What’s Your Function?

Once upon a time.

In another universe.

There was a bill. Who manically sang:

”I’m just a bill. Yes. I’m only a bill.

And I’m sitting here on Capitol Hill.”

He was.

A cute little fella.

Of a bill.

Pacing back and forth.

Waiting to be heard.

Ah. Yes. A cute little fella.

He was.

She was.

That cute little bill.

Little did he know.

And for all intents and purposes, from here on out, we will call our little friend a “he”. If for any reason another than respect.

Of.

Our Founding Fathers.🤓. There were. After all. The Founders. And Fathers.

Yes. Yes. We know. Well. Many know.

It only takes two.

But. My good little friend there is a time for you to learn about all the birds. And the bees. And now. Well. Now. The story has been blurred beyond comprehension.

But in the interest of education and all things “Gross.”

Let’s keep it at that.

For now.

So.

The cute little fella, the bill, paced back and forth, endlessly sometimes.

For.

Who?

You may wonder.

The adults in the room to stop it, STOP their dance party-ing. And get something else.

Like.

A clue.

Bless to the high heavens that cute little fella.

Why?

He had the patience of a saint.

And.

Why?

You wonder.

The Founding Fathers bestowed upon the little fella to keep on pacing in the midst.

Of the gerrymandering, the quest for success, and the so called maneuvers of all things “prove-able.” (Like black is black, white is white, girls are girls, boys are boys, up is up and down is down, to name a few)

Why?

Three little letters.

But. Actually. They are big giant ones. That many listen and hear and adhere to. The letters? Not quite a fraternity, but kinda close. The Founding Fathers relied on Him.

GOD.

When you are ready.

When your are able.

When you can listen.

When you can hear.

What the little fella was up against.

I ask you to do one of two things.

Either:

Sit down.

Or.

Stand up.

For your country.

Yes. You are, may be young and naive.

And. Some may prefer you to remain this way.

There is much time for you grow.

Into the person you will become. But.

(Always a but).

It takes a strong and experienced person who knows what they are talking about. To teach you what you need to know. To live a life of service and real regard. A life of comfort. With enough to give back.

For and to our fellow man.

The good news. The little fella, who paced and paced on and up the steps, grew into a great fellow.

The bad news. He was shot at, ridiculed and character assasinated in the process.

The best news. He is still standing strong. On your behalf. With the hope you believe in only goodness. For the betterment of all.

And. Not just a few.

It takes a ready, willing and able man to admit his faults and foibles. To surround himself with persons who accept him for who he is. Who he can become. To trust.

Why.? He has learned. More importantly. He takes his time and is willing to share. He knows there is a wingman more important than the one who can shoot a gun. In the spirit of protection.

Why?

So you will be well informed with the God given choice of passing it on to your fellow man and men.

There is no confusion. At time. There is excruciated pain.

About: Who is best, who is worst, who is black, who is white, who is tall, who is short, who is hot, who is cold. And. All that “stuff.”

The innate abilities to handle and navigate the waters and other and additional “blah blahs” fed aloud and silently with the expectation of swallowing whole. In the interest of

”Unity.”

The caveat?

What is that? You ask. A spiffy sports car…..

No.

That caveat is a warning or proviso of specific stipulations, conditions, or limitation.(wk)

Yuck.

I say.

What say you.

What does this all mean?

Riding off into the sunset of lapping up luxury?

Not quite.

He imparts upon us the ethic of work. He demonstrates, that within parameters, of God and a strong country. You🫵🏻 can do anything!

Anything.

The sky is the limit.

Yes. He says so. Not he. He learned from hard experience. And. So did he.

He. Is Jesus through His son.

Not he. The guy next door. He, a person who is ready, willing and able to give back.

But. There is always a but. Under His guise. One is not allowed to hurt, with malice, another. Ever.

The little fella keeps pacing. Back and forth. On Capitol Hill. When will I hear the “call”.

Some. Take a step.

Toward bonafide justice.

Invoke. “We the People.”

Yes.

However.

(Different that a “but”.)😂

To begin with. Means. To begin with.

Establish Justice, Insure Domestic Tranquility. Peaceful. Free from Violence and Disorder.

My friends. To base one’s thinking on a country’s founding document and of a country’s justice is ALL in, not a “referred to” in the interest of so called progress.

Nope.

That belies the foundational principles of the country’s Founding Fathers.

Back to the “drawing board.”

What is the goal?

What is your goal?

Please remember. The finish is just as important as the start. The middle? Can only hold the bridge for so long. Without bending one way or another.

Before it breaks.

Perhaps. The best option would have been to be honest all along.

The perfect world you ask? We need each other? You think.

Maybe.

But not this way.

There is right.

There is wrong.

There is serving one’s neighbor.

There is “giving it to them.” “Sticking it to them.”

Where you may stand, have learned to stand, lies somewhere in between the truth and the lies. Of the truth and the lies.

In the meantime.

The cute little fella paces.

In case you were wondering, the rest of his song, in the little fella’s head, maybe even spoken or sung aloud, (depending upon circumstances) goes like this:”

”I’m just a bill.

Yes. I’m only a bill.

And. I’m sitting here on Capitol Hill.

Well, it’s a long, long journey

To the capital city.

It’s a long, long wait.

While I’m sitting in committee.

But I know I’ll be a law someday

At least I hope and I pray that I will,

But, today I am still just a bill.

Pacing. Pacing. The cute little fella continues.

I’m just a bill

Yes I’m only a bill

And I got as far as Capitol Hill🙃.

Well, now I am stuck in committee😳

And I’ll sit here and wait

While a few key Congressman discuss and debate

Whether they should let me be a law.

How I hope and pray they will,

But today I am still just a bill.

The little fella kept pacing. But. Not for change. Not for hope. Not for lies to lead to and end.

Why?

The little fella hoped for more. For all.

From the folks on Capitol Hill, who had lost their way, their ways.

He hoped they believed in the God other than the ones they saw in themselves. Or, at the least, something other than they saw in themselves.

In order to pass it on.

It only takes a spark to get a fire going.

And, soon all those around will warm up in its glowing!

Once you’ve experienced it……

You want to pass it on!

(KK)