Are Tramps Objectively Treated?

            I, like many, once had so much love to give. But for as long as you care in this world, for as long as you care for this world, the colder it gets. We are all born innocent, only to find by the time you reach adult-hood, you’re looking for an escape. Twenty years after that, your zest, the willingness to make a damned fool of yourself in some sincere attempt to be taken just a little more seriously, fades. What is left, is someone who goes through life learning to act.

Sociology speaks of those who act according to given norms and values. That we all, in some particular way have to adopt the role of actor, actress in order to comply with society.

There is a word; comply! In psychiatric circles the word compliance, compliant, comply, is banded around freely. Psycho-babble for those educated to degree level. I looked the word up, just to be sure I had its meaning. Sure enough, the basic definition of; ‘comply’, is to, ‘Yield.’ How on Earth, do you communicate to a psychiatric patient, a patient who finds themselves disturbed by this world, locked within the constraints of the mental health services as a direct result of this world, this society, how do you communicate to them that this society now wants you to comply, to yield?? Yield, which means; ‘forced to give in.’

 It confounds me. And so, I, and others who have had their very person insulted and abused from an early age, are now expected to give in to such demands, to give in to a violent society? These demands, by those who claim to be ‘of,’ a higher state, seem to the compassionate, highly illogical, and go against the compassion we are all born with.  They govern us to the point where they can say, ‘he/she is now ready to be ‘O’ trained. This is planet Earth at its most sublime, most sinister, threatening in fact, the very core of many. Yep! There is certainly something wrong with human nature (or so they would have you believe). Yet we are all human. I found from an early age I was quite placid, that is, before all the exposure to violence, my peers deciding to break my backbone, my heart and compassion, why?

            As I am human, at least so I think. I see an awful lot of abuse, from the TV to the streets. And one thing I am becoming increasingly aware of, is that in actual fact we are governed by a lesser race. Just like the race that governed the placid people of the future, in The Time Machine. The Mung, it would seem, are in control. That’s, how I feel. No doubt I am not the only one. The author of the Time Machine probably felt the same. A metaphor or perhaps even the prediction of the future we now seem to be arriving at. But how can such placid People’s, fight back against the mung, without other worldly assistance? I was a good shot in the army, but I am loathed to actually kill anyone. Still, there is always the injections given by the military that can rectify that dynamic. But who rules the military I wonder? It appears to me, that heaven, or my interpretation of it, is powerless to intervene. Why, one can only speculate, as we always have done. Guessing the purpose of our existence, and the role heaven, or God plays in our lives, has been a (not always) fruitful pastime for centuries. Perhaps Heaven itself is a placid place, where placid peoples, guardians of sacred gardens, do not have the power to kill at will. Will? And there I wonder of the learnt behaviour passed on from the Mung to this new human?

           This speculation makes me, and many others, from Heaven itself. So why am I here? Why are others here who each have a lot of love to give, but in actual fact, find it rejected? Love, it seems, in the same paradox that turns us to Ice in the Age of Aquarius, is nothing but a bargaining tool. Nobody cares for it as much as once did. Instead choosing a chasing of the dollar! Nobody seems to want it, without some trade off. He rules, she rules, you rule, I rule.........they rule. It seems a sad pecking order, where those with the most love to give, end up a casualty, and those with designs on power, have the least, or have learnt to turn their back upon this grace. A pecking order, where only the strong or perhaps for want of better explanation, the personality disordered survive. I say that, because we are all in the main born with love. But train ourselves to kill. And if the heart be true, the taking of life is not what we are designed to do. Then, the paradox becomes more apparent, and the skill remains in conflict with those who are true to themselves, and a disorder develops.

            Thinking of the military, it too is a bit of a paradox, as we each join to change the world into becoming a better place. In changing our World, we each change the world inside.  Let me explain! Soldiers have the biggest hearts I know. For although trained to kill, if you place the toughest of soldiers in a hearts and minds operation, they will weep for an eternity at the plight of human suffering experienced by Peoples who have faced murder and starvation. They will find themselves disturbed for the rest of their lives. They are prepared to face death and maiming, in order to try and make the world a better place, yet are trained to kill in order to do this. They see at first hand the real truth of bearing arms. It doesn’t sit pretty with those whom have donned a uniform, and see the real truth of the gun. There are those whom it is said get lust for blood. But Russian roulette be the truth of those whom have killed. There are those in society, who would rush to see the final moments of Ken Bigley on the internet. But many an experienced soldier, will have stayed away from the site, knowing full well how it can gnaw away at the very core of your soul. The real problem of bearing arms, does not lie with the soldier. It is the government and power of world politics, that turns loving human beings into killers. For although these bold men and women are prepared to put their lives at risk, they are after all, working for a mandate, handed down from a power. Soldiers are often from poorly educated backgrounds. That doesn’t mean to say they do not have the aptitude to understand what is happening in the world. What it means is they have very little choice in society. And are, like the proverbial mushroom, kept in the dark. The less educated, the less likely to question the policies from above, after all, if Soldiers were to understand the full implications of going to war for the second time with Iraq, would they be keen to shoot the weapons for the extra half a million barrels of oil a day? For those who served in faith, this would be nothing more than privateering. Then we will have not developed any further than the days of Queen Elizabeth the first, who sanctioned the looting of Spanish and Portuguese gold, which was in fact taken from the original inhabitants of The Americas. It’s the old adage of power corrupting absolutely. And soldiers, have very little choice in the whole affair.

            Speaking of paradoxes, they say there is global warming. In actual fact, the people are getting colder. Tonight I saw several people in the street, four to be exact, fighting over an eighth of hash. The pride they once had, all but gone. That’s how dishevelled and disaffected many people have become. They, like many, were once proud, compassionate beings, people with lots of love in their hearts. But years of this abusive society, a society of neglected truths had reduced them to this state. It would seem to me, the more you think about this planet and its injustices, the more you get beaten up. Until eventually, those of us appearing the most gentrified and classy, are in fact the most worthless, those whose goals remain untouched. These injustices, mean nothing more than distraction, from their personal scope on life, a scope bearing down on targets of wealth and status.

            It’s all abuse, not a test! In truth there should be only one goal, one goal of a fair, Global community, devoid of bombs and guns, a Society of Peace, Love and Unity. A respect for life and the positive choices it can offer. Love is important in all of this, not war. It has now become the hardest thing to attain, without some bugger spoiling it, corrupting it. Or you could try and get on as the media would present it. A semi detached house, two holidays a year, the 4 x 4 to take your kids to school, those kids being 2.2 children, to boot, ‘boot,’ being the operative word, if they do not ‘comply.’ For now, I cry, and write some more later. It’s five in the morning and I feel inside, something is dying.

Michael J Waite