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Who am I to judge?
I am not to judge.
I am not a judge.
Talk about the roadblock of all roadblocks.
The never ending exit ramp on the road to nowhere.
The running out of gas mentality of,
“Oopsies”
How’d that work out for ya?
We toil.
We boil.
We prefer our preferences over that of another.
Boy oh boy.
My apologies.
For saying boy.
Golly gee whillickers.
How did we get to this place in time?
There used to be, used to be, a limit of limitations.
A statute, even.
A never ending story.
Nope.
It used to not be ok to do as we pleased.
All the time.Everyday.
YESTERDAY.
What the heck happened.
Phew.
We dodged the bullet, of all bullets (gb)
But.
There is often, if not always,
a
But.
We failed. To dodge some very important ones.
Bullets.
Now.
They are hard to come by.
Bullets, that is.
Which makes the hardware worthless. UNLESS.
The machine or device of someone or something.
Can function.
☺️
However.
Whoever.
Babbles out the quite part….
How they prefer to do it is hardly considered a preference to many.
Broad principles.
Principles before personalities.
One must.
MUST.
Believe it to receive it🙏🏻
Otherwise. “It” becomes a rambling of on and on and on and on and on.The verbal run on sentence with no chance of ever ending.
Who will remember the distraction after it goes, away?
Right now—Distraction is
The name of the game.
Will the best man win?
Sorry.
To have said, man.
Good questions.
Great one, even.
But we are here.And here, we must deal,
with it.
Times have been presented before us that historically tell us that this is,
nothing new.
May be old. But. Nothing new.
A fighter is a fighter is a fighter is a fighter.
Street.
Verbal.
Physical.
Ghosted.
Etcetera.
Etcetera.
Who ever thought it “possible” to play God better start watching out for dive bombing lightning in their direction.
Playing God is an entirely different “beast”.
No matter how much cash, green, silver or otherwise sits comfortably in the personal bill fold.
Folded neatly, of ☺️ course.
Now.
To the matter at hand.
When things go on forever.
Time tells us it can.
Make it rain.
Is it raining men,
or wo-men?
In the rainy land of wokedom….
Who pays the toll, of the transition that becomes lost in translation and we are left not knowing what to call one another.
No name calling acceptable.
Time takes its toll on life.
Our lives. Your life.
Rendering, and if we are really honest tendering us,
Speechless,
Accountable-less.
Less.
Now.
The less than may figure,
It is time to change. Time for a change. Time for a cool change.
Of the committal of the person to another person.
In front of God. His gentle annd protecting eyes.
Acceptance before knowing.
Versus those of some who watched and
”get it.”
”got it”
”forgot about it”
And moved a long with a little bit of a pit lying in their stomach.
The gut never lies.
the head, does.
Why?
The exit ramp to the lies we hold near and near,
Is the mouth.
One has either been smacked along side of theirs, one way or another, and are left with it gaping open in wonderment and hunger.
Of something more.
Something real.
Something true.
in spite of or despite the
gender reveal parties and balloons flying high in the sky on the way to nowhere.
We’re on the road to nowhere.
When we change who we are for the sake of something “better”.
Someone better.
Someone who we think will be better.
Better has its detractions, distractions,
etcetera.
ETCETERA
They do not call it doing the hard work because it is,
easy.
Changing is only change if the change occurs.
Even then.
There are no guarantees of a life of tip toe-ing through the tulips.
Ya gotta get there, first. Rain or shine.
Principles before personalities.
Personalities before superficiality.
And so on and so on and so on.
Be the change you want to see…..
Start from there.
End from there.
Makes no difference.
(Best to check your bill fold from time to time, just to make sure, be certain)
Chip away
Chips ahoy.
That is the way the cookie crumbles.
That is the way the cookie may crumble.
”Sorry”
Short hair.
Long hair.
Hat.
Cap.
Bandana.
Shade
Sun
Cowboy.
Bucket.
Whatever.
What’s the point?
A point in time of vulnerability.
Followed by.
Ideas.
Ideals.
A free for all.
Civil servant laws and justice accountability.
The list is endless.
Like the state of affairs of the limitations.
The process becomes the punishment.
The punitive, crazed look of crazy that flashes across our brows, pre-grooming.😉.
History tells us: “Tis nothing new.”
The American Story. (db, tb)
We have been in this place before.
We have been here before.
The question is.
The question becomes.
What kind of fighter will you be.
What kind of fighter fights in the trenches with another.
Point forward?
A trite phrase exists.
”The past is the past.”
True.
Factual, even.
Unless we are in the room.
What happened, what happens—
Is, was, forever shall be
anybody’s guess.
Principles over personalities.
What’s the difference?
What’s the diff?
We hold in the palm of our hand.
The palms of our hands.
In one single moment.
One single second.
We all have ability of the character assasination of another.
Block another.
Bully another.
Ghost another.
The lifelong consequences become the endless debate because no one said.
”No.”
You cannot do that.
Or maybe they were told they could not do it.
and then.
Did it anyway.
What occurs next is the experiential spending of the rest of our life trying to right the wrong, we never had the chance to know it was wrong before we knew it was right.
(Disclaimer to all those survivors who will instantly recognize this rambling of words for what they are)
Desperation.
Sorrow.
Sadness.
Anger.
Hurt.
Traumatic.
Complex.
Etcetera.
ETCETERA.
Forgivenss is not the answer.
Unless, of course it is granted by the one hurt the most.
Then.
It is gold.
Worth every penny, every tear cried, every fist punched into a wall, every heightened word spoken in the heat of the moment.😵💫
In the meantime.
Misery not so much loves company.
Misery “gets it”. Gets the company it keeps when another is trying to figure out the
whys.
the what ifs.
the scenarios
etcetera.
ETCETERA.
History tells us a thing or two about the principles of a fighter.
The American Story tells us in Marbury versus Madison:
(db,tb)
Presidential politicking occurred by and of our founding fathers.
What’s the difference?
What’s the diff?
Not so much.
Quite a bit.
The constant. What remained the same is the individuals who fought the good fight for the sake of the fight….kept fighting for the justice of the matter.
Chose not to simply skim along the side of the muddied waters.
The swamp.
Realized that when another person’s well being is a stake.
All our well beings are at stake.
The review.
Of all reviews.
Not from the Hollywood Reporter.
Not from CNN.
From and of the Constitutional principles that guide the fathers and citizens of this great country. (The vulnerable can go take a hike as much as they want) Does not mean they will “get it.”
Why?
The Constitution says so.🙂
Further: “The Court (at the time of Marburg v. Madison) established that the U.S. Constitution is actual law, not just a statement of political principles and ideals.
These guys, these founding fathers were very, very smart.
Further: This case: Helped define boundaries. ☺️
It also helped define the boundary between the constitutionally separate executive and judicial branches of the federal government.”
The case was argued February 11, 1803.
The case was decided February 24, 1803.
Stay tuned………
For what lies ahead….
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