Made Man

 “Generations to come will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth.” – Albert Einstein. (Upon hearing of the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi)

This Pope smokes dope; definitely, toking some serious Kush, as high as Snoop Lion and Giraffe pussy; in the tube, five by five, locked down and dialed into cosmic truth. It’s not kissing cripples and riding the bus that impresses me; I’m no sycophant of the fantasy empire. I should stipulate here that in the same way my new world dentist drilled the mercury fillings, a thing once thought kosher, out of my teeth, I drilled all the imprinted Catholicism out of my brain just as soon as I got hip to the swindle.

A while back a Jewish Junky friend of mine, three days into a serious heroin nod, illuminated me with a story of the origins of the fairy tale about the grumpy omnipotent old man in the sky. He claimed that the Dead Sea Scrolls had immortalized in papyrus the tale of Saul; a roving troubadour and storyteller who traveled village to village augmenting the local rube’s weekend entertainment of singing, dancing and smoking herb, with stories he spun for payment of wine, unleavened bread and a warm spot by the fire. 

The story goes that Saul would start to paint his picture by asking the question: “Have you heard about Jesus of Nazareth?” When everyone said no he unfolded the entire spectacle from whole cloth; made the thing up; healing the sick, raising the dead, getting the axe and ascending to OZ to trip with the Celestials and work miracles with his Pops.

The story spread and well you can walk to the curb from there. It’s probably bullshit, but I’ll believe my pals story before I’d buy the fantastical hypnotic séance that is Catholicism or any religion for that matter. Even in catholic grade school I wasn’t very devout; once cracking a hard-ass priest in the snout and chasing more than one penguin from our classroom; just two highlights that got me banished from their parochial headlock; but hey, sometimes I get pissed.  

But this new Holy See Francis, the Vicar of Christ, the Bishop of Rome, Head of St. Peter’s church; (these cats have more titles than a South American dictator) has held forth with what I surmise to be the worlds best sound bite; proving him an enlightened Olympic class wordsmith. His affirmation also had the added virtue of being true. He said it within earshot of one billion Catholics and how ever many millions more interested parties glued their eyes to CNN for his inaugural hoedown. 

“Real power is service” he said. If anyone has ever said more with fewer words I’ve never heard them spoken. The Mafia knows this to be true, governments too. If you ponder the premise you may find it agrees with what occurs in your own life as well. Real power isn’t money or top down hierarchical chains of command wherein power over others almost always turns abusive; not always but the exception proves the rule.

Real power, despite Mao’s little red book musings does not emanate from the barrel of a gun either. We have the ability to send a Hellfire Missile up a Camels ass in Waziristan from a computer screen in a toll booth sized office in a shopping mall in Kansas manned by an MTV X-Games millennial that still has pimples. We’re men from the future, jolly green giants walking the earth with ray guns to the Taliban religious fanatics rushing headlong into the twelfth century and we see where that’s gotten us.

Real power, though it may run a close second, isn’t even love. Love is fickle; people are always falling in and out of love; mostly it’s temporary. Real power is influence; influence that can only be gained by being of service to the only other thing on the planet that’ll keep us alive, other people.

There’s an old adage I picked up from an aging Mustache Pete that was popular in certain circles back in the day on the streets of Chicago. “The gun you give away to someone who needs it is the only other one you’ll be able to count on at four in the morning when you need it”.  

Can you dig it? I knew that you could.


About circusinpurgatory
Nick Masesso Jr’s fictionalized short stories, poetry and prose have been published in the Starry Night Review, Elegant Thorn Review, Language and and Vagabond Press; the Battered Suitcase. His latest book “Armor of Innocence” and first book “Walking the Midway in Purgatory, a Journal” are available on-line and through bookstores.

6 Responses to Made Man

  1. John Broderick says:


  2. Excellent!

    The only point I’ll take issue with is the assertion that Love if fickle etc. That’s true of romantic Love, which is nothing more than a figment of the imagination anyway.

    There is a higher Love, and I don’t mean “god” and “religion”. It is the Love that drives someone to rush into a burning building, step between the assailant and the victim or jump into the hole in the ice to save the Life of a complete stranger at the risk of their own.

    This is the unconditional Love that resides in the heart of every genuine human being.

    • H.L. Mencken. Guess I could be in worse company.

  3. James Mcfarland says:

    7.6 rating, get the premises, piece zagged everywhere

  4. Reblogged this on Nick Masesso, Jr..

  5. pinkbubblespinkbubbles says:

    I can dig it.

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