Johnny D. Symon
Freedom and other age-old myths
By Johnny D. Symon
I have to confess to not visiting political websites of any persuasion. I don't read anybody, therefore, to my way of thinking, I can't fall into the trap of emulating someone's work. I don't regard myself as a genuine writer as writing goes, and the only reason I serve this column is because two or three people whom I've never met insisted that I put my thoughts down for others to see. Resultantly, and therefore logically, I ain't no writer, I'm simply someone who puts his thoughts down for others. I have no world-domination plan as a writer, neither have I the desire to become rich in this line of business.
When I look back in time to the day my first ed was published I recall clearly the motive behind it, a motive that remained the sole purpose of every other spiel of the week from that day on; to put my thoughts down for others to see. No more, no less. I can envisage a world in the not too distant future where this will not be permissible: Free thoughts expressed publicly shall be regarded as something the ruling power cannot afford, and everything will go underground.
"The first obstacle, the repugnance of the people to the particular form of government, needs little illustration, because it never can in theory have been overlooked. The case is of perpetual occurrence. Nothing but foreign force would induce a tribe of North American Indians to submit to the restraints of a regular and civilized government. The same might have been said, though somewhat less absolutely, of the barbarians who overran the Roman Empire. It required centuries of time, and an entire change of circumstances, to discipline them into regular obedience even to their own leaders, when not actually serving under their banner. There are nations who will not voluntarily submit to any government but that of certain families, which have from time immemorial had the privilege of supplying them with chiefs. Some nations could not, except by foreign conquest, be made to endure a monarchy; others are equally averse to a republic. The hindrance often amounts, for the time being, to impracticability.
"But there are also cases in which, though not averse to a form of government — possibly even desiring it — a people may be unwilling or unable to fulfill its conditions. They may be incapable of fulfilling such of them as are necessary to keep the government even in nominal existence. Thus a people may prefer a free government; but if, from indolence, or carelessness, or cowardice, or want of public spirit, they are unequal to the exertions necessary for preserving it; if they will not fight for it when it is directly attacked; if they can be deluded by the artifices used to cheat them out of it; if, by momentary discouragement, or temporary panic, or a fit of enthusiasm for an individual, they can be induced to lay their liberties at the feet even of a great man, or trust him with powers which enable him to subvert their institutions — in all these cases they are more or less unfit for liberty;"*
National ID cards spell a final end to the remainder of our freedoms as this program requires your DNA. Christians and Jews are well aware of the Bible's final days synopsis. They know that sometime soon it will not be possible to buy or sell without being slaves to the world's system, and yet some of them I have spoken to are still unable to connect the ID card program with the mark of the beast. But hey, there must still be some freedoms left if I'm permitted to write this down, though I suspect that it won't be too long before even this becomes an offense.
The Biblical commandment, "Thou shalt not steal," is most appropriate here because the original Hebrew Aramaic reveals that it's primarily a commandment against kidnap or holding to ransom. National ID cards, if made compulsory, are breaking that commandment, and political leaders who produce those schemes shall eventually pay a very high price indeed for this evil act.
In the near future anyone who refuses to give a sample of his blood will find himself behind bars, and the general public will support this act by stating, "He must have something to hide. He must therefore be guilty of something for to refuse to give a sample of his life's blood!" The question of personal property will no longer arise because in those future days the people will be one hundred percent, inside and out, the property of the state, and the world's super-slaves. I'd considered including the term "unwitting" before super-slaves, but rejected it, because if wits remained during those days in the future, the reintroduction of slavery would not be possible. And that's what it's all about in the world of global politics: They have to provide an "educational" system that beats the wits out of the questioning child, in order to create a huge sub-class of witless drones at the disposal of the governing classes ... drones don't think, they just do. "I do, therefore you are!" will be their motto! Or, "I don't think, therefore you are!", especially around election time, right?
But here's the bottom line: National ID cards that require compulsory blood samples, are simply the camel's nose under the tent. Once introduced, the way has been paved to steal not only your blood but also your vital organs, whether or not you have previously given consent. And since national ID cards are about to be introduced into the United States also, courtesy of G W Bush and his big friendly camel drafted in to help in his "war against terrorism," we too can kiss goodbye to those final freedoms: The Right to own and keep property.
I said at the beginning that I don't visit political websites of any persuasion, and I said it because I temporarily broke the mold. I do of course visit Renew America because my column's there, and it's only there because they're my kind of people. If Alan Keyes or Ron Paul made President, and I'm talking pie in the sky here, there would be a return to individual freedoms of the pilgrim father sort, and an educational system the envy of the world ... not the envy of the world's political leaders mind you, because it would be the opposite of their slavery-college system ... just the envy of the world's normal drone-class people.
But my mold-breaking reference was in respect of two site visits I made several days ago; my first visit took me to the American Libertarian Party, and I liked what I saw. They're America's third main party and seem to have seized the moment from 9/11 on, to spend time assessing national and international affairs, thus readjusting their strategy. I believe this movement will find themselves more in favor come 2008 than any time in the past. The second visit was to what's regarded as a hardline Conservative site. The last time I visited it was about two years ago, and I left thinking that these guys have no sense of humor, then the other day I visited it once more, quickly realizing that my first estimation was mild in comparison to the second ... it was possibly the effect that sad folks experience before taking a box-cutter to their wrists. I thought, "Man, those guys are missing out on the most important aspects of political life," ... namely humor and stupidity. I find most politicians to be laughable in one respect or another. Jacques Chirac is a wheeze, a belly-laugh, and a stupormarionette for had he not been a politician the only other suitable profession available would be the village idiot. This job, politically speaking, has a long queue of willing applicants.
I measure politicians by their thoughts, their actions, and finally their results. Chirac was village idiot enough to believe that the French people would vote for the EU Constitution through referendum. He spent all of his worthless political life dreaming up a compendium of taxes, in fact one of his last efforts in that field involved a new tax: A World Tax. A percentage of the GDP of every nation would feed this "World Tax" ... now that's crazy! He's not standing for election this time round because he knows that the French people want rid of him. They all know he's a moron and a round haircut. And worst of all, he happens to be even uglier than I am, which takes some doin'.
I had a dream last night involving my part in some kind of Live Aid for Cambodia Show. I say my part, because I was simply a member of the audience who suffered through what seemed like an eternity of bad performing acts! Chirac was nowhere to be found, nor was there any sign of the UN's Mr. "You Spank, I'll Moon" which only goes to prove that they have no care for the world's underprivileged nations, even the ones who have made themselves that way deliberately through Communist willpower. But all of this is besides the point, the whole point being my Live Aid for Cambodia Show ...
The dream began with me riding around Hanoi on a motorcycle named K-mart saki. It resembled a Harley, but sounded more like someone shaking around two tubs of corn ... it was a rice-burner copy of the real thing. I stopped at a red light and a lady named Monica came up to me and offered tickets for a charity concert in aid of Cambodia. I asked her where the proceeds would go, expecting the usual "wounded by land mine" story. But no, she explained that it was for the "rice-wounded" ... going on to say that in this part of the world rice explodes, and injuries caused via exploding rice can be real serious. If you happen to be too near a can of Uncle Ben's and it pops, it'll pepper your butt so hard that you might well receive third degree medals! One ticket cost two hundred bucks. Monica said that if I bought two the price would be just one hundred and fifty bucks, however, she was willing to include herself for the night at no extra cost. I opted for one ticket only. Later on, however, I discovered that an old buddy of mine, Robert, a man from the NSA, had also bought himself a ticket and invited himself to sit at my table that night. (Actually he'd bought two tickets and saved himself fifty bucks, but that's another story.)
The first act was a lady with a big snake, who danced around on stage in a provocative manner, we're told that "manner" comes from heaven, how wrong could we be! It was a lousy act. Though lousier still, the lady looked more like President G W Bush in drag, and as for the snake, it's face looked strangely human, familiar even.
The star act of the evening was a duo singing in Cantonese. They also looked familiar. Their voices were so high and squeaky I had to shove my fingers into my ears. To make matters worse, Robert pulled out his flute and tried to accompany them. If flutes belong at all in the world, then I'd say the deepest darkest and remotest jungle would suffice, but somewhere they most definitely do not belong is across the dinner table. As the duo screeched, up on stage, Robert followed along with what sounded like "The Devil went down to Georgia" by the Charlie Daniels Band. The two on stage grew increasingly hostile, threatening to kill the guy if he didn't stop, and for me the whole dream situation exemplified the insurmountable folly of world aid. You can't please all of the people all of the time, and in international terms, you'll never please most folks at any time, even with huge amounts of tax-payers loot, so why try?
But foreign aid is less of a problem than the problem we face trying to preserve the remaining freedoms we still believe we have.
I woke from my crazy dream early this morning and thought that I could smell something faintly dromedary, and as I lay there a minute or so longer the smell intensified, which made me think about people of the future, people with no freedoms at all, they might well be searching back through history to find that distinct point of no return. And you know? that point in time could well be the one we're living in today. But if they can't pinpoint it they might get to thinking that freedom is yet another myth, and place it with all the other myths of history, including of course, Camelot!
© Johnny D. Symon
I have to confess to not visiting political websites of any persuasion. I don't read anybody, therefore, to my way of thinking, I can't fall into the trap of emulating someone's work. I don't regard myself as a genuine writer as writing goes, and the only reason I serve this column is because two or three people whom I've never met insisted that I put my thoughts down for others to see. Resultantly, and therefore logically, I ain't no writer, I'm simply someone who puts his thoughts down for others. I have no world-domination plan as a writer, neither have I the desire to become rich in this line of business.
When I look back in time to the day my first ed was published I recall clearly the motive behind it, a motive that remained the sole purpose of every other spiel of the week from that day on; to put my thoughts down for others to see. No more, no less. I can envisage a world in the not too distant future where this will not be permissible: Free thoughts expressed publicly shall be regarded as something the ruling power cannot afford, and everything will go underground.
"The first obstacle, the repugnance of the people to the particular form of government, needs little illustration, because it never can in theory have been overlooked. The case is of perpetual occurrence. Nothing but foreign force would induce a tribe of North American Indians to submit to the restraints of a regular and civilized government. The same might have been said, though somewhat less absolutely, of the barbarians who overran the Roman Empire. It required centuries of time, and an entire change of circumstances, to discipline them into regular obedience even to their own leaders, when not actually serving under their banner. There are nations who will not voluntarily submit to any government but that of certain families, which have from time immemorial had the privilege of supplying them with chiefs. Some nations could not, except by foreign conquest, be made to endure a monarchy; others are equally averse to a republic. The hindrance often amounts, for the time being, to impracticability.
"But there are also cases in which, though not averse to a form of government — possibly even desiring it — a people may be unwilling or unable to fulfill its conditions. They may be incapable of fulfilling such of them as are necessary to keep the government even in nominal existence. Thus a people may prefer a free government; but if, from indolence, or carelessness, or cowardice, or want of public spirit, they are unequal to the exertions necessary for preserving it; if they will not fight for it when it is directly attacked; if they can be deluded by the artifices used to cheat them out of it; if, by momentary discouragement, or temporary panic, or a fit of enthusiasm for an individual, they can be induced to lay their liberties at the feet even of a great man, or trust him with powers which enable him to subvert their institutions — in all these cases they are more or less unfit for liberty;"*
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cited from "Considerations on Representative Government"
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by John Stuart Mill
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Benjamin Franklin
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"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free."
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Goethe
National ID cards spell a final end to the remainder of our freedoms as this program requires your DNA. Christians and Jews are well aware of the Bible's final days synopsis. They know that sometime soon it will not be possible to buy or sell without being slaves to the world's system, and yet some of them I have spoken to are still unable to connect the ID card program with the mark of the beast. But hey, there must still be some freedoms left if I'm permitted to write this down, though I suspect that it won't be too long before even this becomes an offense.
The Biblical commandment, "Thou shalt not steal," is most appropriate here because the original Hebrew Aramaic reveals that it's primarily a commandment against kidnap or holding to ransom. National ID cards, if made compulsory, are breaking that commandment, and political leaders who produce those schemes shall eventually pay a very high price indeed for this evil act.
In the near future anyone who refuses to give a sample of his blood will find himself behind bars, and the general public will support this act by stating, "He must have something to hide. He must therefore be guilty of something for to refuse to give a sample of his life's blood!" The question of personal property will no longer arise because in those future days the people will be one hundred percent, inside and out, the property of the state, and the world's super-slaves. I'd considered including the term "unwitting" before super-slaves, but rejected it, because if wits remained during those days in the future, the reintroduction of slavery would not be possible. And that's what it's all about in the world of global politics: They have to provide an "educational" system that beats the wits out of the questioning child, in order to create a huge sub-class of witless drones at the disposal of the governing classes ... drones don't think, they just do. "I do, therefore you are!" will be their motto! Or, "I don't think, therefore you are!", especially around election time, right?
But here's the bottom line: National ID cards that require compulsory blood samples, are simply the camel's nose under the tent. Once introduced, the way has been paved to steal not only your blood but also your vital organs, whether or not you have previously given consent. And since national ID cards are about to be introduced into the United States also, courtesy of G W Bush and his big friendly camel drafted in to help in his "war against terrorism," we too can kiss goodbye to those final freedoms: The Right to own and keep property.
I said at the beginning that I don't visit political websites of any persuasion, and I said it because I temporarily broke the mold. I do of course visit Renew America because my column's there, and it's only there because they're my kind of people. If Alan Keyes or Ron Paul made President, and I'm talking pie in the sky here, there would be a return to individual freedoms of the pilgrim father sort, and an educational system the envy of the world ... not the envy of the world's political leaders mind you, because it would be the opposite of their slavery-college system ... just the envy of the world's normal drone-class people.
But my mold-breaking reference was in respect of two site visits I made several days ago; my first visit took me to the American Libertarian Party, and I liked what I saw. They're America's third main party and seem to have seized the moment from 9/11 on, to spend time assessing national and international affairs, thus readjusting their strategy. I believe this movement will find themselves more in favor come 2008 than any time in the past. The second visit was to what's regarded as a hardline Conservative site. The last time I visited it was about two years ago, and I left thinking that these guys have no sense of humor, then the other day I visited it once more, quickly realizing that my first estimation was mild in comparison to the second ... it was possibly the effect that sad folks experience before taking a box-cutter to their wrists. I thought, "Man, those guys are missing out on the most important aspects of political life," ... namely humor and stupidity. I find most politicians to be laughable in one respect or another. Jacques Chirac is a wheeze, a belly-laugh, and a stupormarionette for had he not been a politician the only other suitable profession available would be the village idiot. This job, politically speaking, has a long queue of willing applicants.
I measure politicians by their thoughts, their actions, and finally their results. Chirac was village idiot enough to believe that the French people would vote for the EU Constitution through referendum. He spent all of his worthless political life dreaming up a compendium of taxes, in fact one of his last efforts in that field involved a new tax: A World Tax. A percentage of the GDP of every nation would feed this "World Tax" ... now that's crazy! He's not standing for election this time round because he knows that the French people want rid of him. They all know he's a moron and a round haircut. And worst of all, he happens to be even uglier than I am, which takes some doin'.I had a dream last night involving my part in some kind of Live Aid for Cambodia Show. I say my part, because I was simply a member of the audience who suffered through what seemed like an eternity of bad performing acts! Chirac was nowhere to be found, nor was there any sign of the UN's Mr. "You Spank, I'll Moon" which only goes to prove that they have no care for the world's underprivileged nations, even the ones who have made themselves that way deliberately through Communist willpower. But all of this is besides the point, the whole point being my Live Aid for Cambodia Show ...
The dream began with me riding around Hanoi on a motorcycle named K-mart saki. It resembled a Harley, but sounded more like someone shaking around two tubs of corn ... it was a rice-burner copy of the real thing. I stopped at a red light and a lady named Monica came up to me and offered tickets for a charity concert in aid of Cambodia. I asked her where the proceeds would go, expecting the usual "wounded by land mine" story. But no, she explained that it was for the "rice-wounded" ... going on to say that in this part of the world rice explodes, and injuries caused via exploding rice can be real serious. If you happen to be too near a can of Uncle Ben's and it pops, it'll pepper your butt so hard that you might well receive third degree medals! One ticket cost two hundred bucks. Monica said that if I bought two the price would be just one hundred and fifty bucks, however, she was willing to include herself for the night at no extra cost. I opted for one ticket only. Later on, however, I discovered that an old buddy of mine, Robert, a man from the NSA, had also bought himself a ticket and invited himself to sit at my table that night. (Actually he'd bought two tickets and saved himself fifty bucks, but that's another story.)
The first act was a lady with a big snake, who danced around on stage in a provocative manner, we're told that "manner" comes from heaven, how wrong could we be! It was a lousy act. Though lousier still, the lady looked more like President G W Bush in drag, and as for the snake, it's face looked strangely human, familiar even.
The star act of the evening was a duo singing in Cantonese. They also looked familiar. Their voices were so high and squeaky I had to shove my fingers into my ears. To make matters worse, Robert pulled out his flute and tried to accompany them. If flutes belong at all in the world, then I'd say the deepest darkest and remotest jungle would suffice, but somewhere they most definitely do not belong is across the dinner table. As the duo screeched, up on stage, Robert followed along with what sounded like "The Devil went down to Georgia" by the Charlie Daniels Band. The two on stage grew increasingly hostile, threatening to kill the guy if he didn't stop, and for me the whole dream situation exemplified the insurmountable folly of world aid. You can't please all of the people all of the time, and in international terms, you'll never please most folks at any time, even with huge amounts of tax-payers loot, so why try?But foreign aid is less of a problem than the problem we face trying to preserve the remaining freedoms we still believe we have.
I woke from my crazy dream early this morning and thought that I could smell something faintly dromedary, and as I lay there a minute or so longer the smell intensified, which made me think about people of the future, people with no freedoms at all, they might well be searching back through history to find that distinct point of no return. And you know? that point in time could well be the one we're living in today. But if they can't pinpoint it they might get to thinking that freedom is yet another myth, and place it with all the other myths of history, including of course, Camelot!
© Johnny D. Symon
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