… would you like to say a few words?

TODAY we have a CHOICE… tomorrow our decision will have been made, and our future will be sown. Our perch on history right now, whether seen as exciting or exhausting… no one can say it has NOT been amazing!

And because of the path I am on, I feel like the most IMPOTENT person on Earth. Like the guy on-deck, swinging away in the batter’s box, a front row seat no closer than THIS… none more helpless or vulnerable.

The antithesis of the pentacle, the polar opposite of everything that stands at the height of power. I sit and scribble on notebook paper words of OPPOSITION, while Men in High Office craft LEGISLATION that will destroy a family. I am searching within myself, to find some calm during this turbulent time, Our President uses the BULLY PULPIT… against us.

On my tablet, I get notifications from different apps through out my day. Uploads, comments, but also weather notifications and… I’m disturbed by a thought I had the other day. I opened my iPad, read through the list and thought, “What a relief… it’s only a Geomagnetic Storm.”

So, I’m watching… swinging away. Trying to get my timing down. CHOMPING at the bit… cliche, cliche…

I feel guilty. Unable to help, but knowing that I can…. humbled that I will. Desperate for patients, but unable to find any. Delusional to believe anyone is actually listening to a word I say. But STUBBORN and persistent. Unable to bend, as required by Our Constitutional Duty. Yes, we are all bound by the SAME OATH the Presidents take when they enter the Office, because they come from US.

We are the balance upon which EVERYTHING is weighed. And I assure you… that weight is felt.

Stand up and speak out. Use your voice to make things better in YOUR life, for the people YOU care about. Because, when you do that, you are supporting ideals a MAJORTIY of Americans support. Good and caring people still live in the Land of the Free! And when you STAND UP and defend Liberty and Justice… FOR ALL, you are NOT ALONE, here… in the Home of the Brave.

When we choose to make things better for ourselves, we make it better for everyone.together without even realizing.

Keep your head UP!!

JC

So… that’s what I’ve got. That’s the pitch. It’s not magic. It’s not LIES. It’s not flashy or trendy… but, then again- That’s not up to me.🙃

To Be Honest…

I may have underestimated the enormity of what I have sought… is that even possible?!! I have chosen a new career, that of “Leader of the Free World”, and somehow underestimated the job. It is fitting. Like the dog who catches the car.

As I look at this moment, I can only be honest- It’s not MY idea… It belongs to EVERYONE. I’m just attempting to give it voice. And the more I interact with people, I FEEL it. It’s there… just out of reach. Have you seen “The Truman Show”?

Mayoral Candidate Jason Kander is having a Door Knocking Rally on Saturday and I REALLY want to go, but I don’t think it would be appropriate. I think I got lucky going to the “March For Our Lives” rally in KCK. If I had done that a few months from now, I could have ruined someone else’s event. That’s the LAST thing I want. And that makes me think “Maybe everyone’s right. Maybe I should shut up until after the midterms.”

Muddled messages, confused electorate, all valid arguments… I just think they are wrong. Be it tomorrow, be it December, either way… Let us start the journey NOW, united and focused on Our goals!

The Ship of State steers like the Titanic. The sooner we turn to avoid the iceberg the better. Right now we are plowing into it HEAD ON. So… wait. In that framework, I think we’ll be ok. The watertight compartment will hold. Wow! That metaphor ended abruptly, and in an unexpected way…

I continue to question it myself. I cannot forget- “Twitter is NOT IRL.” And until that bridge is a bit more “real”, I cannot move forward. In my mind, I cannot afford another misstep. But knowing I am helping to shape the national dialogue is HUMBLING. I’ve seen it twice just recently, and I am forever grateful! Thank you!

AND THAT IS CRAZY TALK! I am some guy with a Twitter account in Kansas! How is that even possible? (… aluminum foil.)

How does one explain to an everyday average person exactly what I’m doing? Fortunately, more and more people are waking up to the idea and explanation is NOT necessary! If I were to go and knock on doors and introduce myself, I could get quite a few votes… on my block. In my City. I am attempting to make every character count when I Tweet, showing my mindset for what future policy would look like. I am discussing and debating points of my platform with “real” people, in a “room” full of politicians, celebrities, journalists, heads of state, and delusional headcases. I am speaking my thoughts and feelings on prescient subjects, and making progress toward change.

For WHAT? For WHOM? For ME? Ha…! The level of INSANITY I am causing my wife is NOT what I want! The insatiable drive to gain a small note of accomplishment, to show her a glimmer of future prospects… and I can’t even get my identity verified on Twitter. I think many believe I am a Russian Bot… yet, I WILL persist.

And THAT is one of my faults… LIKE A MULE! I can be convinced when my thoughts are in error, but the argument must be solid. I am stubborn and my Sons are as well. It’s an unfortunate male Charbonneau trait it seems. I am attempting to direct that family trait by ensuring that stubbornness in my boys, is paired with EDUCATION.

Maybe that is how it works…

As I sit here with pencil and paper, thinking of what I am attempting… Am I insane, or just ahead of the curve?? It is an unnatural feeling, for a mere mortal. I hope I am worthy of such an awesome task. Just some random thoughts about my feelings. I need to go eat dinner so I can finish cleaning the house. It’s so bizarre to be doing dishes and get distracted by foreign policy or the United Nations Convention on the rights of the Child…

(MENTAL NOTE: order more dishwasher detergent)

JC

It’s All Connected…

I wanted to speak about Wilson Montenegro and his cousin Jerrell Frazier. I graduated from Olathe North High School class of 1998. On September 14, 1995, Wilson and Jerrell were shot and killed in a drive by shooting while playing football with some friends on school grounds.

It was Homecoming weekend. I remember on Friday, the football game was the first time I got to dress out and play live with the marching band. It was the beginning of a new year at a new school for me with new friends. Then, later that weekend…

I never got to meet Wilson. We didn’t have the same classes. I saw him only in passing between class. But his life touched all of us. The Monday after, as we walled the halls… silence. No one spoke. No one knew what to say. And we all understood the danger was real.

The things we do make a difference in other people’s lives. It’s a ripple effect. As words leave our lips and reverberate through air, like rocks cast into still waters, what we do touches more than we can see. What we do each day, matters.

Have you ever taken a dandelion gone to seed and blown the seeds into the wind? Have you ever taken a dandelion gone to seed and blown the seeds off up wind of someone with seasonal allergies?

What we do matters and effects people around us.

Like an intricate placement of dominoes, a single motion creates havoc long after you influence the system. And whether done by accident or with intent, once started the result is almost certain.

I have decided to share with you memories of a young man I have never met. Motivated to do so, by a bunch of children from Florida who know the horrors of war. Those children who mourn the loss of friends and family, seek legislation through OPEN and HONEST debate, to ensure this doesn’t happen again, and GROWN MEN say “leave the governing to the adults.”

Adults, who on one hand say ALL LIVES MATTER, but then they don’t raise a finger to seek justice for the family of a child, shot and killed, by a man with a badge and a gun. Or they teach Pro-Life concepts to a teenaged girl carrying her abuser’s child.

Our country, seemingly, is NOT as it once was. Our country, STARVED of leadership, now finds it in the words of children not old enough to be elected to office. We currently have a leader who seeks to protect our country from, FAMILIES, who have humbly asked for assistance and protection. Women and children with nothing, asking for a chance at NOT DYING… for their children’s sake at the very least. Yet, our current elected officials cannot even do that without causing harm.

So we now see what springs from the seeds of dishonesty sown… More of the same.

As a father of two young boys, I write these words with nothing in my pockets, but asking for everyone to lend me your ear. These words may not seem to have much effect here, today, but they will certainly shake the cornerstones of buildings miles away, tomorrow.

Great wealth does NOT a good leader make, but a great leader is more precious than gold. Right now our Country knows what a great President looks like because we have seen what a cheap, morally bankrupt President looks like. Presenting LIES as TRUTH. Protecting GUNS more than CHILDREN. Celebrating the wealth of Our nation as his accomplishment, and unable to spend time nor treasure to save 5,000 lives in Puerto Rico.

“Heck of a job there,” Sir.

But from this dark corner of our Shared history, I want to offer hope. Its currency diminished, its appeal not quite “universal” anymore… but that “… and a prayer” are all I carry on-hand nowadays.

No matter our political affiliations. No matter the State we live in. We ALL bleed for one flag, and that flag stands as a symbol, and ONLY that. What it symbolizes as it flies, is more than what makes it fly. Just as it is with the scripture, it is the “Word” of god, and because it is by the hand of Man, it is NOT god, though it may be OF god.

Our flag symbolizes our commitment to Liberty and Justice, and our dedication to the protection thereof. Up to and including the destruction of that very symbol!

Yes… THAT is worthy of taking a knee, and showing HUMILITY for, our Constitution, OF the People.

Keep your head UP!!

JC