The Caligulam Vitae and Sublic Pervants

By Johnny D. Symon

As yet another month of May draws to a close in our lives we are reminded yet again, as if we needed reminding, that time takes no vacations, it moves and works unceasingly. Sometimes, especially of late, I've begun to think that I myself have inadvertently taken a leaf out of time's book, and if that's the case I could think of few better books to learn from than the Time bestseller.

Occasionally I muse on the scenario of eternal life and how my affairs would be conducted, how different would my existence be, if I knew that my future was infinite. How keen would I be to create, write, invent, in a timeless atmosphere, compared to my present finite condition.

Possibly, the reality of infinity must be worked towards, that we should be prepared to face ultimate freedom, the freedom that was shunned by mankind's first parents. For me, the thought of rebelling against a perfect system is a hard thing to come to terms with, though then again, for someone like myself to judge Adam and Eve would be sheer folly, for my views are colored by my environment, my place in a finite wilderness, whereas their views, or should I say actions, were realized within a perfect state. Our lifespans, so short, should therefore be treated with even greater reverence and attention, for our time is so much more costly in terms of mistakes. Some of us believe that every minute of our lives must be accounted for, and every slip and fall could prove detrimental in the future.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that our efforts should be expended in a positive way while forever, or nearly ever, bearing in mind that we work to prepare ourselves and others to face the ultimate freedom our ancestors rejected. We anticipate a future world that transcends time, and that should be the object of our finite labors.

"Seeing death as the end of life
is like seeing the horizon as
the end of the ocean."
— David Searls

So with May drawing to a close, I'll shortly reveal our chosen candidate for the 2010 Caligulam Vitae award. This award, as you may know, is bestowed on an annual basis to one or ones whose finite labor reveals them to be foemen to the better good. Those guys seek power and privilege, and while they claim to believe in personal destiny, their actions toward others reveal that their type of destiny has a beginning, a middle, and an end.

I can hear a few of you good folks out there asking, to whom am I referring, well here's the answer, and thanks to old Doctor Spooner we call 'em "Sublic and ex-Sublic Pervants." You know who these guys are. They're people who live on the back of progressive people and industry, sucking the lifeblood from them. They regulate progress so much, it flips round and spells ssergrop. Okay, the word's meaningless, and so it should be, because those guys regulated it to be that way, that's the purpose of their finite existence, to flip a coin they never earned until it strikes heads up, and their head's on it.

British Petroleum's crisis in the Gulf of Mexico is a prime example, for you see, Sublic Pervants generally have no experience in offshore drilling, the only experience they have in this field is raking in revenues from it, and the truth is that disasters of this nature are few and far between. To drill for crude, sometimes miles below sea-level, requires greater experts and expertise than preparing for the first moon mission.

I'm a big fan of the oil industry, it innovates at the speed of light, many people risk their lives to serve industry the black tea it so richly needs. Sublic Pervants, on the other hand, far from risking their own necks, busy themselves in ensuring that the price of crude rises so high, normal people get stiffed at the pumps, which produces even more revenue for the Pervants to squander.

Sublic Pervants try to pass a new building project right on Ground Zero of a new mosque, which can be likened, at least to my way of thinking, to scrapping the Pearl Harbor Visitor Center where people can pay their respects, and instead fixing a big pillar and placing up top a Japanese zero bomber.

And the truth is that our information age, with the advent of quantum computing, should leave those bums back of the job queue. Fact is that even yours truly could oversee the running of the United States with two Cray CX1's, one red, one green, and about 30 Federal employees, communicating and meeting via video conferencing. Personal tax would be a thing of the past, and industry would be self-regulating.

Now don't that paint a pretty picture? Well it would if you happen to be independent of the big bad bureaucracy machine, and bad news if you're not. The way I see it is that big world governments and governors, have chosen to rely on a certain middle man to protect their growing interests, and indeed their survival. And that middle man, and everything about him, is aptly described in a book by Daniel Estulin called "The True Story of the Bilderberg Group."

This book is a fine piece of work, and a lesson in just how the accounts of Daniel and the Apocalypse will come to fruition. That's why the world's most wicked and evil award, the Caligulam Vitae for 2010, goes to the Bilderberg Group. They're the guys who really hold the reins of natural-world power. Unelected schemers who screw up national identity through manipulating elected leaders, for virtually all legislation and regulation that damages national sovereignty can be traced back all the way to that excremental troupe.

I long for the day that spells their end, and a future without them. I hope to spend eternity with people of like mind, whose hopes and desires rest within the norms of "Love God, love thy neighbor." For those who do, there's no space nor desire to covet another's wealth, and the wealth of God's world.

© Johnny D. Symon