Kim Jong-un vs. “…Your Mom!”

I am… a giant. At 6’4″, 175 lbs, I stand above everyone. With RARE exception, I can either see over a large crowd unobstructed or my hat (a SpongeBob SquarePants Yellow hat) can bee seen over everyone. I am instantly shocked when someone taller walks into the room. Because it never happens! I have been tall all my life. Tallest in class, tallest in the school. Taller than all but one of my teachers. (second grade, my teacher was 6’1″. I was only 5’6″.) I was the tallest kid in my elementary school at the beginning of 5th grade, but at some point that year, Mindi hit her growth spurt and passed me by a couple inches.

I think that’s the reason I had a crush on her.

When I was in Cub Scouts, around 13 yrs old, my friend Tim’s Mom was our Den Mother. I was 5’6″ or so and a mouthy thirteen year old, and she was as tough as a wolf mother, and not even 4’6″ tall… To my eyes, it was a DRAMATIC height difference. And, being a 13 year old, I liked to… um, kindly reference our differences in height…? (did anyone buy that?)

Right. I would smart off “Oh yeah? What’cha gonna do about it, shorty?”

…. quick aside here. As I write this, I have in my minds eye a scene where I am being sarcastic with Tim’s Mom. I HOPE that’s how it was? I sound like a hell-child writing it out loud! I HOPE that’s how it came across. If not, I guess, Look for my “Apologies and Retractions” section, coming soon!… sigh…

SO, smart-ass me says “What’cha gonna do about it, shorty?” And, bless her heart, all four-foot-nothing walks right up to me, serious as can be, looks me in the eyes and says “No matter how tall you get, I can ALWAYS stand on a chair.”

boom.

She was a wonderful woman. Very caring, loved her being our Den Mother. So she had earned our respect, and each of us tried to show it. And we had seen he grab Tim’s ear a time or two, so we knew NOT to piss her off!

I could not think of a better person to be engaging overseas with aggressive foreign leaders on behalf of the People of the United States. Honestly, who could make decisions that reflect the overall wellbeing of the ENTIRE US better than “…Your Mom!” I would say, in fact, IF Tim’s Mom were to run in 2020, that would be the ONLY possible opponent I could not defeat.

After all, she could just stand on a chair.

 

Don’t Forget, We Will ALL Still Be HERE

No matter what happens. Tomorrow, the Sun will rise, and we will all still be here. Of course, not those who have died, they’ll be dead. But us, the LIVING, we will still be here… together… on the same rock…

The electricity might get knocked out due to a storm, but we will still be here. It might snow in Florida, and we will still be here. An earthquake could flatten a city or cause a tsunami, but we will still be here. A child might die, at school, killed by a person with no hope left, and we will still be here. A man with a gun might decide to take his own life instead, and we will still be here.

The storms WILL come, stronger, more of them. Fibonacci shows us how a life in motion quickens, and we will still be here. Things will be the same… only different, and we will still be here. More of us will understand, more of us will resist the changing tide, and still, we will be here.

We know this. We EXPECT this. We EXPECT hell to unfold on Earth, as we have been told by the past to EXPECT it to happen. We have seen it unfold in our daily lives, sometimes on live TV. AND we are STILL here. And TOMORROW, the Sun will rise.

What we want tomorrow to LOOK like, must be created NOW. Because, no matter what happens, hell and/or high water,

WE WILL ALL STILL BE HERE- TOGETHER!

Keep your head UP!!

JC