Wednesday, November 9, 2016

#1898 Laughing Gas

#1898


Laughing Gas



The best treatment for any psychosis is laughter; man is the only animal who can blush: man is the only animal who can laugh. 

This morning, after what is considered by most thinking people "the most important election of our lifetime", I really feel like laughing.  I don't mean one of these synthetic laughs, such as we hear on television from people who are so anxious to just laugh about anything but laughter because we have something to laugh about.  Enough real Americans came together and cast their votes to announce to the entire world, that, "Enough is enough".  We might be picking a sinner instead of a criminal but in the case of the two we had to pick from...President Elect Trump or a sold out former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton (wife of a pervert president), the choice for most of us, was not hard to make.  My joy comes more from observing the disappointment of the criminal element in the media, many of us matured during a time of media giants, who could be trusted, such as H.V. Kaltenborn or Gabriel Heatter.  Today's low-life talking heads, monopolizing news broadcasts, now do not even attempt to disguise their dishonesty.  Anyone, with an IQ above room temperature should be able to distinguish their criminal dishonesty in reporting anything and, if it were not for the obvious theft of electronic information, the dishonest media and those who they would go to any lengths to protect and project would continue to escape scrutiny.  There are many places that President Elect Trump should begin his "clean sweep" or "swamp drain" ...one very obvious place is to demand that the fifth estate observes some measure of responsibility. 

The one thing that caused me much displeasure in visiting communist countries (USSR, Communist China, Communist Yugoslavia, Burma, Togo), you never heard laughter.  The subway stations in Moscow were so elaborate, murals on the walls even large candelabra, rushing people with morose features.  Even the children looked like they were in pain, all the time.  In Communist China, and I was one of the early visitors, everyone dressed alike, uniforms, haircuts.  My family, friends, associates, even neighbors do not know what it does to human personality when the state takes away every vestige of one's real character. 

A neighbor in the community where I was raised said to me one time, "The greatest sound I ever heard on this Earth was the sound of your grandmother laughing."  I well remember what she was talking about, my maternal grandmother, and I remember it well about her sisters, came from poverty, never had much of what makes most people happy in this world but they rejoiced at what they did have and showed their joy through laughter and it was real laughter, not the synthetic type.  You can always tell the difference in the smile of a person when they really mean it and that of a person when they know they should do it, as in a place of business. 

In the South, during the worst of racial segregation, when people were victims just because of the color of their skin, when discrimination of races placed blacks in certain areas of town, you heard black citizens with real laughter.  I took delight in knowing that my black patients would laugh with me, when others, who had so much more of this world's things, were often very sullen.  I do believe that a large part of the attraction to places of entertainment such as movies, the hunger people have to let go of their emotions. 

This writer has lived in the same house for many years, right downtown surrounded by many tourist attractions.  It was not that many years ago that the people on the streets were filled with laughter; I know that our nation is heading towards communist decline because I no longer hear people laugh very much.  There is nothing in a communist country to laugh about, everything controlled, every emotion stifled.  Believe me; you do not want to live under such governmental death.  I feel much better today knowing that we have escaped one more person, who in leadership is anxious to take us there.  Hillary thought her joy came from getting rich...whatever it took.  Her husband thought his joy came from any type compromise...sexual or otherwise.  If only they could have gotten real with themselves and the world around them, could have assumed human characteristics, could even have laughed.  I do believe that most of Donald K. Trump's attractiveness, as a presidential candidate, was his ability to project the gravitas of enjoyment.  Although rich, the levity of jokes and laughter, one does not enjoy the company of a sourpuss.  As a young boy, I saw the love and laughter of women around the bed quilt that they were quilting.  I saw the love and appreciation of men in barbershops, conversation and laughter. 

I am a totally blind, 100% disabled veteran but, I have been blessed to sense human beings around the world.  I have heard laughter in African villages, as well as concert halls in the world's great cities.  It has always been essential for me to employ people to work for me, my daily living as well as businesses.

The saddest young man who ever worked for me, bitter at the world, bitter at everyone around him, never a smile or a laugh although, compared to most unbelievable talent.  He had been raised by his birth mother, a lesbian, and her lesbian lover.  Two women living together raising a son, in this perverse household, everything upside down, he never knowing the laxity genuineness of real discipline and personality.  He had just learned to hate the ravages of sin.  You heard it here, with same sex marriages, loss of privacy in the bathroom or the shower, controls of every life activity coming from government, removal of every vestige of one's own normal and God-given personal traits and individuality, we head towards the horror pit of life where there is very little to laugh about, fewer matters to be happy about.  

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