Living between Flanders and Winehouse

By Johnny D. Symon

I've suspected for many a long year that there are others, round and about on dear old planet earth, who think and act like myself. I discovered yet another of those like-minded souls recently. We hold within ourselves a unique formula that just can't be beat. The first ingredient, I guess, is insensitivity, and another is humor. Humor is the only emotion I have, I ain't slow to anger or feel anger at all, anger's too slow to catch me up. And as for love, I can't figure out if it's an emotion or a commotion, either one leaves me on shaky ground.

Depression? Well depression as far as I can see is a collection of discordant things vying for supremacy ... lack of love, too much love, unrequited love, the use and abooze of drugs, an unrealistic or corrupted view of oneself and one's position in life, though above all, in my opinion and experience, those who suffer the greatest form of depression are those who have no faith, whether they're agnostic or atheist, either of those conditions or states are certain to bring on a sense of hopelessness and despair sooner or later, for agnostics have their doubts about God, and doubt is a state of instability and confusion, and atheists believe that they do not believe, which is in fact a belief system all it's own. Therefore agnostics and atheists sooner or later find themselves becoming one, all of them inevitably inherit the aforementioned emotion, or mental state, called depression.

But as for yours truly, depression, fear, anger, and most other things commonly regarded as human emotions, have given me a wide berth. Humor is all I have. But humor in my case is part and parcel of my faith, for if I don't fear death then I don't fear conflict, which is a very happy state to be in. Does perfect love cast out fear? Well if it does then somehow or other I have it, though where exactly it is, is yet to be determined. And the only tears I remember shedding were tears of laughter ... the tears of a clown no doubt.

Pain is an emotion, I guess, and my threshold is high, and physical pain is common for people like myself, but you know something? Even during some of the worst and most painful experiences in my life, I never shed a tear, I do a Peter Griffin; Inhale with a loud hiss, and exhale with an "Ahhhhhh ... " And before too long I'd kiss that pain goodbye, for you see somewhere back in my early days on this planet I discovered the secret of life, and part of that secret is that pain is painful yet transient, and a "fail weather" friend. Pain is the byproduct of getting hurt. But there's "hurt," and there's "hurt" ...

Weak people "hurt" more easily and more often. They hurt everywhere and at all times. They hurt for the world, and they hurt for perceived injustice. They hurt for their family, friends, their dogs and cats and even their budgies, though above all, they spend most of their worthless lives preoccupied with the pain of being themselves. Yet during their throes of unrescued and uncontrolled emotion they neglect to remember that they themselves are a great pain to others around them. Greater than their wildest imaginings.

I for one hold no personal inner conflicts surrounding myself because any skeletons that might have hidden themselves in my closet were spring-cleaned a long ways back. I know fine well that I'm nothing less than a cold, hard, and insensitive laughing jerk, but it's a big advantage when others feel free to insult you. People like myself are above, below, and beyond, insult.

It's said that "Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall," which means that only those who hold either or both of those bad qualities within them shall be susceptible to the pain and hurt of insult, for pride and haughtiness of spirit are the trademarks of those who form part of the "New Age," the Age of self-titled Ecologists, who neither qualified as such or even understand the term, which is simply, "A biologist who studies the relation between organisms and their environment."

Come to think of it, I also happen to study the relationship between organisms and their environment, for I study political organisms in a world environment ... does this mean I'm really an ecologist? I've studied Al Gore's book, "An Inconvenient Spoof." He's the organism, and his book's the environment, though an organism and an environment doth not an ecologist make! Which sets me wondering why his environment has entered the organism and environment of school and college curriculum.

A prideful and haughty spirit soon becomes a self obsessed and easily-hurt entity, for both qualities are the product of atheism and agnosticism. So the command to love God and love your neighbor is impossible for them to understand. They love their lives and they love the world, therefore to their warped way of thinking, everyone in the world is their neighbor, unless they're Israeli that is, for they can't see the would for the wouldn'ts. Palestinians are viewed as everyone's neighbor.

Though I digress and must return to the subject in hand, and my opening allusion to "yet another like-minded soul." This little organism goes by the name of Silvio Berlusconi, who returned to power in Italy with a good majority recently. For me Silvio represents the archetype Italian male, and I well remember a scene some time ago when Silvio left the Congress building and walked down the steps to a waiting limo. His driver was looking in the opposite direction, possibly enjoying the limelight of all the waiting paparazzi and TV cameras across the way, when Silvio quietly walked up behind him, then moved his hips in and out a few times with the driver unaware of the goings on.

I tried to imagine England's Tony Blair, or even George Bush doing this, though to no avail. Silvio's sense of uninhibited schoolboy humor is rare in other parts, and for me it's a welcome relief against all the alternative stiff behavior elsewhere. But maybe Silvio's hip actions were less to do with the Italian male thing, and more to do with some kind of message we all could learn lessons from. I reckon Silvio was trying to tell us that the power he held, and now holds again, is not corrupting him. He knows where he came from, and knows where he's headed. I can relate to this mindset because, for as long as I can remember, I've walked an uneasy path, with Ned Flanders on one side, and on the other walks Amy Winehouse, and neither of them are like myself.

An old rabbi once said, "Think not too highly of yourself, but remember from whence you came. For once you were the product of the uniting of two sticky substances." And in the same vain, another old guy named Akabya ben Mahalalel said, "Ponder on three things and thou wilt not come into the power of sin: Know whence thou comest, whither thou art going, and before Whom thou art destined to give an accounting. Whence thou comest? From a fetid drop. Whither thou art going? To the place of dust and worms ..." and most of us are already aware of to Whom we are destined to give an accounting. It's the other guys alluded to above who need to learn the secret of those three things.

It's nigh on 3 weeks since Zingbadway's general election, and although it's 28-year long leader, Robber Mugzombie, lost the vote, no one has seen the result. Old R Mugzombie whiled away his 28 years in office destroying his country, his people, and the economy. I haven't decided as to who will receive this year's Caligulam Vitae Award, but Mugzombie is first in line for an Award for Supreme Electoral Reticence Very little protest has been heard abroad concerning this subject and recently more press gets involved with Silvio Berlusconi's remark on the new Spanish government.

Again, Silvio tried to have some simple fun due to Zappo's government having more women than men. I fail to see why "Pink Government" is something to get het up about, unless those het up ministers are more concerned with the denting of their pride and haughty spirit, and less concerned with how they're going to perform over the next 4-year term. And anyway, Silvio's Pink Government statement falls short of the whole truth, for in reality the Spanish government are a "Pinko Pink" one who, yet again, several days before this recent election, found one of their ex-counselors shot dead by ETA. Had an ex-Conservative counselor been assassinated on that day, the Partido Popular would have gained more votes, and since only a small extra swing in the Right direction would have seen the Conservatives forming a new government, ETA used their vote in their own special way. So heeeere's Zappo's Pink-Pinkos !!

The bottom line is that our 21st Century world is owned and controlled by Left, Right, and Center Pinko leaders, but Silvio is one of the odds and outs for when he was returned to office recently, he said that his main priorities were; Naples and it's garbage problem, the mafia, the economy and the immigration problem. And that's the kind of thing I like to hear, it's something rarer than hen's teeth nowadays ... a political leader concerning himself with the task of repairing and building his country. His concern is for his people, and his borders, whereas most of the rest of our world's dross leadership are hell-bent on screwing their own people, their own economy, and their own borders in order to feed the Satanic whole.

President G W Bush is asking Europe to find an extra 500 million dollars to help the 2 million or so Iraqi refugee problem, and yet the Katrina refugee problem has still to be resolved. The price of crude is artificially high, yet hardly a word is said by way of his intention to bring it back down again. Iraq is oil-rich, and Zingbadway too, yet the Western taxpayer is continually expected to pay for the evils of foreign despots.

America has a crisis economy, and sky-high Federal debt, yet still billions of dollars of hard-earned cash flutter off to foreign parts, never to be seen again. And despite all of this, most of the world envies America for one distinct treasure it has, a treasure that is quietly being plundered also. The US Constitution is the envy of the world, because it promises equality, freedom, and the right to own property, whereas in most other parts of the world it's the reverse.

And you know something? It's not just Americans who need their Constitution returned, the entire world needs it too, for without it, little hope remains for the downtrodden. Perhaps the world needs the US Constitution to remain more than Americans do because Americans, en masse, have been more than willing to relinquish their freedoms, including their wealth, to serve that great god globalism, and maybe the man to watch over the next few years is the man himself, Silvio Berlusconi. I hope and trust that he remains fixed firmly on the problems of his own country, and repairs it's wounds, for neither G W or McCain, Obama or Clinton, appear to have that one goal in mind.

I'm pleased to know that Alan Keyes is removing himself from the sinking ship to join the Constitution Party. For many years I've regarded both main parties as little more than the same cancerous lump, whereas the Constitution Party could never make the same determined mistakes as the other two, for simply put, the Constitution Party in action can be scrutinized by anyone with a copy of the document, and nowhere within it's pages can be found any provision for looking after other folks countries to the detriment of your own.

So for Alan Keyes it's a case of goodbye traitorship, and hello leadership.

The next few months will prove to be exciting times indeed.

© Johnny D. Symon