The age-old crisis

By Johnny D. Symon

The Argentinian government temporarily overtook George Bush as most despised by the Spanish government and left-wing media last Wednesday, as it made plans to nationalize pensions. Now as most of you are already aware, national pension schemes are nothing more than an extra tax layer upon others. I alluded to national pension schemes last week in light of our much perceived world economic crisis, however, I'll leave my latest thoughts on the aspects of our perceived world economic crisis to a later section of this ed, because Wednesday's little joyride by the Argentinian government led the Spanish IBEX to fall further still, and that raised the hackles all the more of Spain's default, banana-growing, terrorist-choice government.

The Spanish Bank, BBVA, has been a longstanding provider of pension schemes for Argentinians, therefore Wednesday's big announcement found BBVA slapped further down the IBEX. This situation was addressed the following morning by Pepino Blanco, spokesthing for the Spanish government.

Now before we go any further, I have to provide a little background here on the work and the life of Mr Great White Cucumber, otherwise known as Pepe "Pepino" Blanco, for you see without Mr White Cucumbersome on the job, day after day, Spain would be a completely different place. America haters would have to look elsewhere for their daily fix. Zapatonto still throws his oar in once in a while, and his underkick, De la Vaguely, performs the necessaries regularly too, but Mr White Cucumber is best of all. I've watched him and I've read him voraciously, feverishly even, for more than 8 years, and I've never been disappointed.

On too many occasions Mr Cucumbersome has named George Bush the world's greatest terrorist, which only goes to prove that a cucumber can never be expected to understand world affairs, after all, cucumbers and other suggestively shaped fruits, spend most of their formative youth in the same dirt patch as all the rest. Mr Cucumber forms part of the great genus Cucumis, or in Mr White Cucumber's case, the genus Cuckoo-muss, which leaves him real low down on the ladder of Creation, for he's nothing more and something less than a bloated melon.

Last Thursday morning Mr White Cucumber appeared on the Spanish TV channel Antena 3, 9 am Spanish time, on one of my favorite Spanish political chat shows called "Espejo Público." Within 3 minutes he'd managed to rubberstamp the blame for our perceived world economic crisis on Margaret Thatcher, ex-Prime Minister of England, and if that wasn't crazy enough, he went a whole ways further through blaming the great Ronald Reagan to boot. Then his next victim, and one of his well-used favorites to blame for all the world's ills, was Spain's two-term miracle-man President, José Maria Aznar. The White Cucumber pulled out all of his old lying tricks, including his much-worn views on Aznar's Azores meeting with GW.

Yes indeed, a three minute duration is heaps of time for a common cucumber to spill out a mess of urban legendary, whereas an aspiring homo sapien like myself must take a lot longer to iron out the whys and the wherefores encapsulating our ever expanding political and financial world. Nevertheless, while it's true that many toxic financial mechanisms hatched out in the 80's, they were part of the financial baby boom of the mid 40's on through.

While we're grazing on the 40's subject, I'd like to remind all socialist cucumbers in Europe sharing the Spanish government's hatred of America, that although Europe was devastated as a result of the Second World War, an American General named George C Marshall provided a plan of recovery named The Marshall Plan, that American taxpayers' money helped fund in large degree.

I reckon that placing my little discussion right here on The Marshall Plan, great as this plan was, is in effect putting the cart before the horse because I almost neglected to include the most important aspect of this plan, and it goes by the name of American Forces. For had the United States not joined in the fight to liberate Europe, I'm certain that today we'd all be living in a One World Fascist State, and let's not forget that America's part in the freeing of Europe left many American Military men resting beneath European soil. I recommend to all America haters that they pay a visit to Normandy. There's plenty of opportunity there to enlighten them of the grave price America paid for their freedom.

A few months back I caught the tail end of an interview with an English pop group named Coldplay. They were asked who or what they thought to blame for the world's ills, and it's lead singer singed his brain cell for a few moments then said, "Republicanism!" This puzzled the Spanish interviewer because Spanish Republicanism is a Left-wing thing, but the singer went on to qualify his statement as being in reference to American Republicanism, this he believed to be the root cause of all the world's ills. And I thought to myself, "Man this is profundity at its deepest."

And I tried to find reason to blame American Republicanism on Aids in Africa, conflict in the Sudan, or poverty in Zimbabwe. I cast my wildest imaginings to the four winds of the world, and have continued to do so on up to the present day, and you know something? not even Argentina's plan to nationalize pensions can be blamed on American Republicanism. How could Coldplay be so wrong I wondered. Okay, I didn't wonder at all, because the process they used happens to be age-old. The Third Reich used this method to the full, blaming others for Germany's and the world's ills. And so-called ecologists blame and demonize industry and automobiles for "causing" climatic conditions that in effect do not exist, leaving just one illness, or condition, that's yet to be addressed, which is the illness resting within the hearts and minds of scheming and lying ecologists.

Venezuela was one of the world's Super Powers until 1918-20, and now a great majority of its people are starving. Argentina was also one of the world's richest most developed nations until recently. Those of us who have had the pleasure of walking the streets of Buenas Aires will know, for its buildings and infrastructure reflect the realities of a once great and recent past. Possibly there's a moral forming here. A lesson and a moral;

Mankind's problems are numerous, and most times it's impossible to pin down one thing as chiefly to blame for any given ill. But history is crammed full of accounts of the blind leading the blinder still, yet some of us refuse to be led into the darkness, for we know that in spite of all the deafening cries and recriminations, the only thing we can slap the righteous blame on is ourselves truly. Okay, I know fine well that I've hit out Left, Right and Center, over the years, but this is no contradiction because I said that some of us refuse to be led into the darkness, but I didn't claim we ourselves were innocent.

You see I believe that most times if you go with the flow you'll most likely get flushed down the toilet together with the other unthinking masses. I'd rather stand left field as a right-winger than go down with the ranters and ravers. Ecology's a good example of this type, this unthinking mind-mass.

José Maria Aznar took part in a book unveiling in Spain this week, written by Czech President Vaclav Klaus. The book is aptly named "Blue Planet in Green Shackles." José Maria Aznar explained his views on the global warmists by saying that he sees the whole climatic change thing as a new religion, and it's followers and proponents do not permit those with opposite views the right to differ. (My translation from the Spanish.) I guarantee that even if you're pro-global warming but still retain that little seed of personal independence, you'll shed the global warming lie as if by magic through reading it. And I guess that's why ecologists, or so they mistakenly call themselves, foamed at the mouth with the book's publication. Which brings me back round, as I promised at the start of this week's scribblings, to the subject of our perceived world economic crisis.

Crisis is the optimum word. The falling price of crude is a crisis to some, and salvation to others. The credit crisis is disaster to some, and welcoming to others who prefer to live according to their means, and not according to the means of others. And crisis on the world markets is worrying to some, but should prove to be of greater worry to false apocalyptic ecologists, because people and industry care more about jobs and manufacturing during a crisis than listening to the lies surrounding "rising sea levels" and global warming.

While we're on the subject of global warming, how can it be "global" when the Southern Hemisphere's ambient temperature has remained constant? Why hasn't it risen? And since CO2 is in reality food for plants, might not it's reduction cause world-wide crop failure? And if so, might not Multinationals step into the brink through introducing GM seeds that can survive in a low CO2 environment, thus controlling the world's food production and supply? I reckon that this is the real deal behind the lies on CO2.

Lies, lies, and more lies. Crisis, crisis, and more crisis. That's what it's all about in and around dear old planet earth. But there's only one genuine, authentic Crisis, a crisis that's lived amongst us from the day Adam and Eve produced it as an offspring of their own disobedience. Mankind can look back on more than 5000 years of human crisis and conflict. The 30's dust bowl. The Wall Street crash. The fall of Troy. The destruction of Pompeii. Floods, floods, and more floods, that sunk cities and drowned people. And the crisis of trying to gather those rosebuds while we may in a short three score and ten existence, an existence on planet earth that's so short, we all ought to be so involved in the art of living that the ever present art of dying should be the last thing on our mind.

Mankind has never managed to kick the habit its first father and mother contracted, of hiding in the garden when the going gets tough, rather than face up to our own personal and self-made realities and crisis'.

© Johnny D. Symon