Political pantomime and the Good Samaritan

By Johnny D. Symon

On my travels recently I happened to meet a man and woman who live in Southern Spain. In fact they've lived in that part of the world together for 17 years. He is an Englishman who served most of his working life in the British Royal Air-force as a medic, and his wife was a genuine Spanish Señora with a perfect grasp of the English language, I could find no trace of Spanish lilt when she spoke in English. My new found friends discovered each other when he was serving in Gibraltar, and figured to tie the knot and head back to a less than sunny England.

Then one winter led to another, each one replete with a bosom buddy, otherwise known as chilblains. I reckon English winters, with the added attraction of chilblains is bad enough trouble, but as I listened to the guy's frosty tales of woe I remembered another place closer to home that's equally hell in the wintertime, for it's not only cold and brings on chilblains, it also happens to be named after that ailment, for it's just north of Minneapolis and is a sweet little town named Blaine! In winter chill and Blaine go together, as it also does in England. But my new found English friends discovered that one English winter would be their last.

During the course of a particularly bad cold spell they found that central heating, open fires, electric blankets, continental quilts, and thick winter clothes, were of no effect, come next day a kind of spiritual awakening took place where pretty soon they found themselves and all their worldly wares several thousand miles down south. But their 17 years of Spanish married bliss has not been simply the common sun, sea, sand and slumber thing that's most common in those parts, because pretty soon after they returned to the Iberian Peninsula, they began to form a kind of pantomime troupe, and everything they perform is in aid of charity. If a church needs a new door, or the roof needs fixing, then in comes our dynamic theatrical entourage to work for the church's supper.

I know quite a few people just like my new found friends, and all of them form part of a section of humanity who's work, service and care for the lives and well-being of others, with no financial dividend for themselves, place them highest of all on the rung of human service. For me they're a priceless commodity. But they conveyed to me a recent experience which occurred during one of their church aid shows that for me personally pretty much summed up life in sunny Spain.

They said that shortly after gathering together volunteer actors from Gibraltar, Spain and England, they received a phone call from the local government sponsored TV channel based in the town where their church was. The caller was not interested in the nature of the play, or in it's non-profit charitable status, the caller was solely concerned with the cast; who were they? what were their names? and their backgrounds? My friends were used to this type of angle, for them it was nothing new, because most everywhere they perform they find that their charitable efforts meet up with an opposite force thats main aim in life is to politicize their charity work.

Throughout Spain local government will without fail delve into the goodness of people and try to convert something good into a political weapon. And you know something? I have personal experiences of that very method myself, so I can fully appreciate their feelings on the matter.

Political interference into the good works of others is not a new phenomenon anywhere in the world, but worldwide it's an ever growing problem. When the erstwhile dope show named The League of Nations pussed out into it's present form, renaming itself the United Notions, political interference in all aspects of private life deepened considerably, for although it's often said that UN resolutions are not politically binding, the facts prove otherwise.

"All understanding begins with our not
accepting the world as it appears."
— Alan Kay

I ain't one to believe in gossip, but someone told me recently that he knew of an incident concerning the UN's boss, which led him to the satisfied conclusion that the boy was stupider than we all thought. Apparently the loon was having a hot shower when he called out to his assistant a request for some shampoo. His man shouted back that a bottle of shampoo was already in the shower with him. But the loon called back saying, "I know. But it clearly says that it's for dry hair, and mine's wet already. Get me another!"

During the course of my conversations with my new found married couple, I spoke about the UN. My friends held little in the way of views of that monstrosity, except to say, "Why do they always choose a leader with names we can never pronounce?"

Last week the UN's Sickrattery General, Mr Bunk Eyed Loon, appeared at a "Climate Change" Conference in the Spanish city of Valencia. We were all told that leading scientists and politicos, aligned with the Gore-back of Nutterdamn, were on the job of their perceived global warming/climate change lie, and they sure were because on the last day of the conference old Bunk Eye told the press that they'd all decided together that climate change was a reality, and Spain was the country in greatest line of fire in Europe. He went on to add that we all have 8 years left to reverse the trend, for if we don't it may be too late!

Grave words indeed from old Bunk Eye, but for me they were graver still because I can't find a copy of their findings anywhere. And as for their scientists, they appear to be the UN's bought-boys, none of them are in the business of contradicting the general United Notions hidden global agenda that forms part of their big lie. And you know? miracles do happen, and they can happen in the strangest places, for shortly after old Bunk Eye made his closing speech, TV presenter Gran Wyoming, of Spain's new Sexta channel show "El Intermedio," referred to old Bunk Eye's fears. He said, "Global warming? Hah! Outside the studio it's below zero and heavy rain!" And sure enough it was, as it also was throughout Spain that week, and this week too. In fact 2007 has been a cold disappointment compared to many previous years.

I thrive in hot climates and remember with great fondness times such as those I spent in Seville when temperatures soared up to 122 degrees, every breath inhaled was like being in a sauna, but this year was notably cooler, and 3 years ago December in Andalusia was one of the coldest on record, so cold it killed many citrus and other fruit-bearing trees. Snow has already fallen heavily through mid to Northern Spain, and that's another novelty.

But as I said earlier, contrary to numerous assurances from varying directions, that the United Notions has no political control, it's actually a damn lie. For most of the world's political leaders, even those who profess to believe in God and the Bible, have shed their good sense and their faith, throwing away the clear and contradictory wisdom that the Bible contains on climate change and global warming, to wave the flag representing a unified lie, a man-made lie, that since there's no God, only mankind can save itself from itself.

© Johnny D. Symon