His Mother was a Prostitute and Father a John Jan. 10th, 2009 at 9:52 AM Jorma Jyrkkanen

Mother was a Prostitute and Father a John Jan. 10th, 2009 at 9:52 AM His Mother a Prosititute Father a John Related Tags : people, philosophy, life, death John lived next to me in my trailer park days in northern Canada. He had quite a story. 10 Jan 2009 John was born of a prostitute in Hungary and his father was a 'John'. He never knew who his Father was. He can't recall his mother. His mother dropped him off at an Aunt's place and she raised him to a teen in Hungary during the war. She didn't want him and resented his presence. He used to help the different armies coming through and get cigarettes for his trouble and snacks. When the Soviets were coming through he was caught in the ammo box storage area with matches by an officer who grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into a field and stuck a pistol in his mouth and shouted 'Partisan'. Another man came and said no he's just a boy, don't shoot him and the officer let him go reluctantly. That moment was burned into his mind. Nobody wanted him so he ran away to France after the war when Europe was in confusion and became an unpaid laborer on a farm. He couldn't get status with no papers, no parents, or get a real job so he applied to emigrate to Canada and after a number of years he was granted a passport. To make his appearance at the passport office he scrounged up bits of suit jacket and pants and put them together and he said for the first time in his life he looked dandy. He got to Canada and moved eventually to northern BC and became a construction laborer because he had no education and then he had a few girl friends but he always screwed up on those so he ended up alone and a drunk. When I met him he was old already, still an alcoholic and I got together with him one day to ask his story. Oddly, he only drank the finest Cognac. That was what he told me and he added, the happiest day of my life will be the day I die. Nobody has ever wanted me and I have no family. Nobody has ever cared about me and life is a terrible pain from day to day. I want to die. John was street smart. He knew how things would go not because of some theory or whatever. He had instincts. He said the Right has won in the world for now but he said it was a pendulum and the pendulum moved left on poverty and right on wealth. He called the Right the Anglo American Judeo Christian Empire. That stuck because it had resonance. But one day hard times will come and the rich will be too rich and the poor too poor and 'The Left Will rise Again' and I am wondering if we aren't entering that time now. That stuck with me and after I moved out of the Trailer Park finishing my career as a northern biologist, I moved away and never heard from John again. I am sure he got his wish, to die and find happiness. John may not have amounted to much for himself, but he did labor and help build France and Canada and supported the Government with alcohol taxes. He did come out with a profound insight into Imperialism, Left and Right and we may be on the verge of finding out if he was right. The last time I saw John he had his fist in the air and said 'The Left Will Rise Again!' If your thinking of having a trip to the local Brothel and there is no victim in all of that, think of John, the loneliest man in Canada or another person born of a prostitute mother, mass murderer Charles Manson. Jormawankenobe people story lives lessons learned