The toxic waste of world politics

By Johnny D. Symon

The Spanish government made two very important announcements last week. The first came on Monday morning, stating that the cost of electric would rise in the summer by 20 percent, then next day their second announcement stated that they'd decided to bestow an additional 60 million euros of Spanish taxpayers' money on five notorious African States. I spoke to a Spanish friend about those two important announcements, and he knew nothing of them, but since he now did he still could not tie together the travesty of both.

As that week wore on the Spanish Loon Regime continued to play god with taxpayers' money. South America would receive a further chunk of tax fodder property, followed by Burma, then China.

Several weeks back I heard about the plight of an old Spanish couple who could no longer pay their mortgage. Property tax in Spain has risen so high in so short a time that this poor married couple packed their bags and moved off into a nearby cave. Local TV heard of their plight, then their private agony and hell made news far and wide. Another old family in Valencia two winters back did likewise, they moved into their small family car, hoping it would be for a short time only, but three months later another camera crew arrived, and even their hell and their private shame became of public note.

Greece ground to a halt last week, mainly due to a 30 odd percent rise in the price of gasoline. Cab drivers protested en masse, then others followed suit. This huge fuel rise, coupled with a massive rise in basic foodstuffs, led to civil unrest. For you see if you're Greek and your surname ain't Onassis, then chances are that you're far less than rich, and more likely to be miserably poor, for such is our present-day world, that both rich and poor get taxed, taxed, and super-taxed, though seldom, in times of civil unrest, do we find the wildly rich involving themselves in public protest. The rich always find a way out of a badly governed nation, while the poor remain captive.

As I continue to pour over recent history, back and forth, and side to side, there's always one big ugly lump that fights its way to the surface, then bobs around for all to see, and that is the toxic waste of world politics. Jesus said, "the poor you will always have with you," and I reckon that this statement was a form of condemnation against world leaders, for the poor of any productive nation are in fact the legacy and handiwork of evil leaders. This is not to say that there aren't deserving poor, for indeed there are, but it's the undeserved poor I'm dealing with here.

In any so-called progressive Western nation, where folks rise and leave home early Monday morning to begin their working week, some will finish Friday and head into the weekend far richer than when their week began, whereas many more will continue, through necessity, to work on through Sunday, and despite the extra hours and effort, still find themselves no better off than when they first embarked on that week's work ... and that's life. That's destiny. Though also in part, it's a testimony to the continuing and growing evils of big bad government. And from those evils span, or spawn, a further multitude of sins, which are not immediately recognizable as originating from the handiwork of bad political leaders; high crime, an escalating drug problem, suicide, pedophilia, domestic homicide, and much more, can always be traced back to the first and foremost of bad efforts of national leaders.

And we all know from experience who or what equates as a bad leader. They're the kind who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth and a carpet bag in their hand, then find themselves listening to the woeful tales of a poor guy trying to outline his big life's problem. The problem of trying to juggle three jobs in one week, only to be told, "Wow, you're living the American Dream!" That ain't a dream, that's a nightmare. It means that daddy is never around to be with his kids when they most need him, and his wife feels little more than a widower.

The real American Dream is something a little different. It's the dream of a well paid job, and a bank account that, with some care and attention from yourself and your bank manager, will grow week by week. It's a home that's bought and paid for, and a car that can no longer be likened to one owned by Homer Simpson. The American Dream is also of faith and dignity, and fairness to and from our fellow neighbor. This Dream contains the essence of Truth and Justice, of Law and Order, of goodness and health. It's a Dream with a real counterpart, and a future that has somehow lost its way. And since this Dream and it's genuine future rested within the American's heart, it's loss has taken with it, not just the Dream and its content, but a slice of everyone's true being.

Throughout the world failed, and failing toerag leaders betray their people and their nation too, yet all of them explain the subsequent aftermath with the same excuses; Terrorism. The price of crude. Climate change. Biofuel. And ALL of them are lies. They're all lies because this section of the Bible says so:

"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice:
but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn."
— Proverbs 29:2

Says it in a nutshell, right? Well, not according to world leaders. They beg to differ. Though the truth shall always remain, that the Dream has gone, and people no longer rejoice. Neither rich nor poor are rejoicing. And as time goes on the poverty gap widens, in unison with Federal debt. So why did Jesus say, "The poor will always be with you,"? The answer is simple: Because, of course, "the wicked beareth rule." Now that's a truth so painful to take that most of us retreat into a denial mode, but it's a denial of the Biblically obvious, and willful ignorance of human history.

Let's turn Proverbs 29:2 around to suit the present space we're all in now;

"With the unrighteous now in authority, the wicked rejoice,
but remove the unrighteous from their seat of power,
then the wicked shall mourn."

Now that's a situation most right thinkers are actively seeking, and the way, as regards the United States of America, of achieving the sequel to Proverbs 29:2 is simple and straight forward. Come October everyone of like mind must abandon both major parties to vote en masse for The Constitution Party, for the other two are riddled and controlled by the wicked and unrighteous that, by concerted and conceited effort, decade by decade, have led the people to mourn, while blaming everything and all things under the sun other than themselves, for this sad and sorry national tale.

I thank God on a daily basis that I've never belonged to either of the two major US anti-God political movements. But you know something? For those of us who know our Bibles inside-out, can understand full well where those movements are coming from, because both of them attempt to thwart Biblical prophecy. We know that their conceited and concerted philosophy is doomed to failure, and that it's prime movers are destined to become doomed themselves. But we also know which direction is the true one, and only The Constitution Party fits the bill.

Repugnicans and Dullocrats are no more than the steady march to Doomsday, on the call of "Left, Left, quick, quick, Left." Hillary's a Left, Obama's a Left, and McCain, yet another. But Americans who read their Bible will know that the best place for all three leftists is the place where they're finally left behind.

The way back for America is a simple one compared to those routes other nations have on offer, because America has a Constitution and the movement to care for it. Whereas not even the United Kingdom has a written Constitution of its own, it's inhabitants continually suffer through a condition otherwise known as "Brown fodder" because there's no written Constitution that those people can refer to. Their leader is a freak leftist loon who controls the nation by default, not by mandate of the people. And in spite of his party's severe trouncing in the recent regional elections, where his defeat was the greatest in over 40 years, Brown-boy continues to cling on in office, not man enough to call an early election and let the British people have rid of him once and for all.

And I guess there lies the pattern of Western Politics today. There are growing signs of the adoption of a "royal bloodline" thing. Brown makes King through Royal Decree of King Blair. Hillary wants Queenship because her old man was once King Fiddler, Bush inherits the throne because Daddy once sat on it. And another thing most ex-leaders share is the swift and sure entry into the Bilderberg Clan, or is it Bilgeratbergs? And entry into this outfit spells the spiritual end for each and every member.

Now look here, I ain't the griping kind, I'm Mister Happy-go-Lucky, as most of you already know, but so far the above scribblings lend a false view of my inner self. Sure, what I've just said is what I most mean, and it's something I most dislike, but there comes a time when I have to say enough's enough.

There's this great book on my table at present, and I intend to provide a few snippets of what's inside. I guess that calling it a great book is going a little far, it's just a great something, you all can fill in the gap yourselves. But hey, what a cover. It's bright orange and has a picture of the author on it. The picture appears to be padded PVC, and when you press it with your thumb it plays that famous number by Barney M ... the song's title can clearly be viewed above the author's head; "By the Rigors of Lebanon."

And as for the author in the picture, everything spells out his very nature in clear and unequivocal terms; a) He's an ornithologist, b) The birds are homothologists, and another thing about the author is that he has a head for heights and bad clothes sense, though then again, and after all, he's not just a poet, he's also a terrorist, what a combination that is. Poetry in commotion. (Publisher: "Another Bills and Moon thought revoking Classic.")

I love the book's title, "Tartuffe My Brother," subheading "By the Rigors of Lebanon." Perhaps this guy's trying to reveal that since Tartuffe is his brother, then he's Tartuffe also ... one big family of Tarts and Tuffes so to speak. I reckon that's about right. But lookee here, I'm the only guy to have read the book so far, so my synopsis is better than yours.

I was sore tempted to print the full version of "In a sheep's eyes sandwich bar, in downtown Zanzibar," but found it too long for this ed. So here's a little of "The bed that bears me."

"I was born on this bed that I lie on,
and I lie on the bed that bears me.
I lie in this bunk, with my own kith and kin,
the one who provided dem bones
dat dis skin covers in ..."

Another little ditty will also remain unpublished here, entitled, "Sayyed with Flowers," for if I allow it through I'd be a bigger Philistine than he is. But I appreciated "Terrorism and no production, is economic liposuction." How true!

When Mark Twain visited Palestine what struck him most was the lack of people and houses, no factories either. This was long before Israel was reformed, so why was Palestine empty? And why shouldn't Palestine be emptied now?

There are several things in the book that are more stories than poems, such as "Worst Sayyed Story," it's all about gang warfare, and bad dancers who chain-smoke camels and look Italian but ain't. I reckon that the entire cast at one point inhabited Palestine, and with nothing more than bad dancing, gang warfare, and that fake Italian look, small wonder Palestine has no farming or industry to yak about, not even when Twain visited.

Then there's "Four Legged Friend," which goes;

"There's the fool who straddles the ass
who takes one step forward,
then one step atrás.
He's a fool, and a member
of dear old Hamas,
while his four legged friend knows
who's the Ham really,
and who's the Ass merely and sincerely."

And in "Syndrome of a Down" there's ...

"Those ruling the West,
when building their nest,
are doing our terrorist bidding.
For as they control
their ever sick thrall,
the acts that we make
and lives that we take
get outsourced by the acts
of those throned who enthrall.

For Terrorists acts
have no end in themselves,
they're induced to make leaders
control all the more
the lives and the liberties
of civil sobriety,
yet further the laity
who vote with impropriety
each once in a while."

Wow! Here's further proof that poetry ain't my game. If I wrote stuff like this, I wouldn't just give up my day job, I'd give up all three, then starve down and die. I guess some folks would regard that act as living the American Dream, right?

Another long ditty goes by the title, "Praying Bin Mantis from Atlantis." And in it the author clearly defines the nature of an ugly monster from an age-old and now sunken city, that reaches dry land, then begins to bite off each and every head of innocent human kind it encounters. Then later on there are no heads left, so it returns to its sunken city, leaving a desolate dry space above. Quite poignant really, or is it?

"In my gay pink Yodel T-Ford," "Murder on Denial," and "The night my kid explodes" are left wanting, whereas "The UN Depot for Shrivel Liberties" is truer than one can imagine. A sweet little song entitled, "Herz Bo' La, La, La!" helps break the monotony, then in comes "Guerilla Whorefare," which is all about terrorists blowing themselves up in public, meeting their Maker, who then sends them off to oblivion, hoarse and whoreless.

Well, that's it folks. A terrorist poetry book, written while the jerk was sleeping, that's why the sentiments contained within those poems fail to observe the standard slant of radical Islam, for you see, terrorists, and even terrorist poets, are as the common roach, if you take its head off it still scutters around doing all those dirty tricks. Terrorists have no need of brains, for terrorism itself is mindless. But let's not forget that acts of terrorism have one goal "in mind," which is to force political leaders to exact strict measures on the civil community, that leads that community into civil unrest. It's all about destabilizing productive and constructive nations. Terrorists cannot destabilize or destroy strong nations, only it's leaders can, for ...

"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice:
but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn."
— Proverbs 29:2

Come October, it's time to do what the Pilgrim Fathers did, on through American history; Break the mold, burn them bridges, start afresh, and bravely go where no dyed-in-the-wool loser has the guts or integrity to travel. Pin the blame on the deserving guilty; The wicked that beareth rule. It's time to make the break and give that hybrid licanrat party a history lesson they'll never forget, through placing your faith and your trust in The Constitution Party.

© Johnny D. Symon