The Unspeakable Source

Need you even ask?! Where have you been

sheltering the past thousand years and more?

What is common knowledge is a mystery to  you?

At risk of offending, I must ask: how can  you

possibly be oblivious to the obvious, pointed out 

time and again, the certainty that a specific clique 

is responsible for each and every -- no exceptions 

-- misery the world suffers. There has been no event 

too insignificant, none of great moment in world 

history that they've not initiated in their insatiable 

journey to conquer the world. Oh, you have questions 

yourself, do you? Those individuals you mention are 

of a piece with the cabal, meant to impress with their 

gifted genius offering little 'gifts' to the world meant 

to throw us off track, but they never succeed. We know 

the stench of their agenda of destabilization -- from 

world wars to assassinations of world figures and 

disasters of unimaginable devastation. News media 

may report accidents and natural phenomena but we

know the source. They're a scourge and a threat to

humanity. Even sacred texts quote passages fully

condemning the plots they conceive to defile and

bring ruination to civilization. The brilliance of

conjuring up an imaginative 'Holocaust' to elicit

pity and concern no longer works; we have seen the

evidence speaking volumes of their cupidity and cunning.

Enough said: As an intelligent thinking individual

committed to truth and justice, educate yourself.

She May Not

 

Late maturing? Well may you think. She is in 

her mid-50s and growing older year by year. The 

maturing process for her excludes independence. 

Of mind and of spirit. For she will explain without 

a demur that 'Charles will not allow it'. There are 

two offspring of their union, now adults. The

first-born a girl, followed by a boy. Her daughter 

is long gone though so like her mother. Her son 

sees fit to remain within the comfort of the family 

bosom. It is a tight little circle of three, rarely 

emerging from their shared home. Charles is a 

social recluse. Should an encounter with someone 

be unavoidable, eye contact can be, as he scurries 

on. His word is law, not to be defied. And nor 

will she. The penalty of so doing unknown to any 

but herself. She is forever on duty for he is the man 

and she the mere woman. A patterning rejected by 

her daughter, adopted by her son, for he is his father's 

son. She was an army brat, a bright and bubbly 

personality who knew how to follow orders. Her 

outgoing personality still shines briefly, absent 

his orbit. Beside him she is drab and lifeless. 

She had met a tall, dark stranger. Her chosen life.

Getting Ahead

Character reveals itself early in life. It is only

later that lack of character becomes evident. 

From their youngest days children distinguish

themselves as imbued with principle and a sense 

of justice while others betray themselves with 

all the signs of defiance of social mores and 

rejection of 'normalcy'. The argument revolving 

around nature and nurture aside, briefly view 

any child's actions and reactions and you know 

the future adult. No amount of exposure to values 

reflecting mores of social grace is capable of 

re-patterning that genetic endowment of opposition

disinterest and resentment ushering a mind 

resistant to altering its subconscious fully 

autonomous and comfortable with itself away from 

complacency. Conscience absent, acute awareness 

of self equals satisfaction in a mind fixed in the amber

of sociopathy -- certain to go far in this world.

The Politics of Guilt and Contempt

The new social order imposes its politics on social 

communities given to compassion and ownership 

of past wrongs to personally agonize over shameful

events long before their existence when misfortune

tormented victims of an unenlighted society with the

imposition of conditions favouring those like themselves

 while condemning others not of their proud heritage 

to humble servitude conditioning the lesser-favoured 

placed precisely where those of casual privilege could 

make best use of them. That time now long gone the

former servants now serving in authoritative positions 

of pride and honour but no matter. The vast bulk still 

smart over past denial of human rights while living 

amongst the great mass disappointed like themselves in 

life's promise of freedom and prosperity to confront the 

system that degraded them historically counting among

the transgressors all those whose ancestors took full 

advantage of the temper of the  times holding that some 

were born to slavery and others entitled to own them as 

slaves. The now-penitent former overseers obligingly 

prostrate themselves in guilt for past transgressions for 

the prospect of ingratiating  themselves with their accusers. 

While those once the object of abject misery sniff with 

the disdain of those gaining an upper hand and with venom 

well aforethought  reverse that long gone formula of master 

and slave acting with the authority of the victorious in the

sanctimonious entitlement to confer contempt on the 

sniveling mass begging forgiveness for blameless faults.

 

 

Urbanity Defined

Are we then indeed all born equal or is it a

smug assertion by those who have themselves

attained the comfortable position of sage to 

proclaim in support of their open-minded 

generosity? Born equal to what then, to whom? 

Someone whose genetic inheritance gains him 

an early death? The one whose misfortune at birth 

is a mental or physical disability? Is life a game 

of chance perhaps that where you are born and to

whom impacts your future? Sheer good fortune

or mere luck, no small favour, evades poverty

and the misery of oppression and conflict. Born 

equal to bear the lot that is ordained by when and 

where and to whom. But it represents a pleasant 

fiction notable for its sanctimonious origins that 

wealth and opportunity secretly sneer at but the 

common folk take uncommon comfort in.

The Energy of Hate

As a simple moral judgement the energy that 

is expended in human hatred of others is simply 

indefensible. On the other hand, there is nothing

simple about human emotions known to evade the 

inconvenience of reason and common sense

volatile, complex and deep-rooted in the sensibilities 

of historical culture and environmental exposure.

It is an elemental characteristic victims assign to 

ignorance and lack of worldly exposure but they 

are wrong; hatred of the other, racism, obsessive 

spite aimed at those historically despised permeates

all levels of society, seeps into academia, spreads 

its venom exponentially forever seeking out its 

victims to deride, threaten and oppress. A metaphor 

for life's many disappointments where assigning 

blame to the hated finds its target and relief? Or

perhaps the vicarious play of power over others 

by those seething in rage in their powerlessness.

Canada Day

 

There are reluctant celebrants this day marking

the anniversary-emergence of a great country vast 

in its land mass reflecting the northern hemisphere 

of natural resources abundant in mountains and 

prairies, forests and lakes once the sole habitat 

of Indigenous Indian and Inuit nations and now

a nation priding itself on a different heritage

that of multiculturalism where emigrants from all 

corners of the world converge to make the second 

greatest national territory on the globe their home.

A land of liberal mindset from the Pacific to the 

Atlantic stretching to the Arctic whose ambitions 

outstrip its command on the world stage while 

in domestic pride in equality and liberty opens wide

its arms absorbing multitudes escaping the torments 

of poverty and conflict, oppression and rampant crime 

to join within a lean population proudly peopling cities

farmland, towns and villages. Yet pride and shame 

mingle in a confused rally recognizing past inequities

in assuming ownership of land tracts once the possession 

of original inhabitants now mired in an ever-renewable 

pantomime of oppressor-settlers vs vibrant victimhood.