Dominance Games / Politics
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What are politics for anyway if not for stimulating and corroborating
the right to break and rule, maim and cut, spit and sneer ...the right
to be a feral beast with vipers tong.... the right to be a constant
snake with a creeping surge.... the right to be a demon killer with
claws sharp drawn and teeth large and sharp?
What are politics for
anyway if not the right to squeeze and pummel, strangle and slash,
void out and intimidate all elves and flagellated cowards who dare to
think that they have a right to call your home home.... have the right
to call your food food, your air air , your world a place upon which
they may park their carcasses, a place upon which they may look upon.
...What are politics for?
What are politics for if not for he
callow and the demented, the coy and the resented, the spun and the
mystic, the stripped and the ghostly, all the night crawlers and the
creepers who know that there is no give in the pursuit of the pleasures
of absolute power, the catharsis of hate, the destruction of those who
demand you be different than an emporer" What are politics for?
For
god and country, the mighty sainted world of you and yours...... its
only good if you can be an assassin. That's what politics are for.
Of note:
http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0112/72132.html
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Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb
...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the
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refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: They are thoughtful and in the know
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The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. They welcome scads of political information offered freely in each and every media outlet known to man, beast, toad and bug. They welcome scads of political information offered freely in each and every media outlet known to man, beast, toad and bug by the glorious who have that which is left of all the money in the world to snake us, comfort us, break us and keep us on the edge of our collective seats waiting for all rare installments of their big noise, big pie, big lie, big damning, big sneer.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. The who are known for their talents, fiery spirits, their desires to eat at the bone left by sage issues and lion like personalities thrashed out till that red naked bone is bared and the dollops of slime left for the teething.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. Steel caged matches of the political played out as cock fights and trials by combat produce winners of virtue and the gods. The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. Opinions guarded well and truth beauty looked for with every breath. No flakes, no fakes, no charlatans, no crooks. No weasels, no souls bought and paid for, no weak, no timid, no sniveling, no small minded or adolescent. The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know.... the incorruptible force at the base of our survival.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. The jaunty minions who spend the riches of the sun, tell us know tales, know us no falsehoods. They love that that make them the pure messengers honor. It is good to spend on deaf ears.
Of note:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/29/world/europe/russian-liberals-weigh-alliance-with-nationalists.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha2
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. They welcome scads of political information offered freely in each and every media outlet known to man, beast, toad and bug. They welcome scads of political information offered freely in each and every media outlet known to man, beast, toad and bug by the glorious who have that which is left of all the money in the world to snake us, comfort us, break us and keep us on the edge of our collective seats waiting for all rare installments of their big noise, big pie, big lie, big damning, big sneer.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. The who are known for their talents, fiery spirits, their desires to eat at the bone left by sage issues and lion like personalities thrashed out till that red naked bone is bared and the dollops of slime left for the teething.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. Steel caged matches of the political played out as cock fights and trials by combat produce winners of virtue and the gods. The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. Opinions guarded well and truth beauty looked for with every breath. No flakes, no fakes, no charlatans, no crooks. No weasels, no souls bought and paid for, no weak, no timid, no sniveling, no small minded or adolescent. The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know.... the incorruptible force at the base of our survival.
The public is smart and discriminating. They are thoughtful and in the know. The jaunty minions who spend the riches of the sun, tell us know tales, know us no falsehoods. They love that that make them the pure messengers honor. It is good to spend on deaf ears.
Of note:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/29/world/europe/russian-liberals-weigh-alliance-with-nationalists.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha2
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Dominance Games / Politics: Winnow the worthless...reprise
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Onward to defamation. Onward to demonetization. Onward to diminishment of people bad and good. Onward to adolescence. Onward to dirt, grime, demeaning pictures of slop and slime.
Slime merchants are the soldiers of the lord....the soldiers of the whip hand and the tough parcels of rough justice.
It takes the slime merchants to thrive in the atmospheres of over heated gruel. It takes the slime merchants to mine the deep wells of the pristine society waiting patiently for foul leadership. It take the slime merchants to mine the cracks and crevices of longing and regret that fold into the the yearnings and decision making of the heedful, needful masses of back stabbers, hatchet wielders, bomb throwers, chicken puckers, whiners, dupes, charlatans, haters and grand paragons of hubris that stand straight and tall as noble electorate, staunch and determined, flag waving behind in the wind as the tough morality of good purpose storms the ideal.
Onward flocks of drunken geese. Onward charging herds of wayward snakes. Onward skipping forays into the daisies and the poisoned mushrooms. Onward the catharsis of clubs and jackboots. Onward the great American march towards the pinnacles of civilization.
Onward to victory the lovely lovers of a strong tomorrow. Winnow the worthless.
Of note:
http://www.mediaite.com/tv/new-york-times-public-editor-defends-truth-vigilante-column-on-cnns-reliable-sources/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Onward to defamation. Onward to demonetization. Onward to diminishment of people bad and good. Onward to adolescence. Onward to dirt, grime, demeaning pictures of slop and slime.
Slime merchants are the soldiers of the lord....the soldiers of the whip hand and the tough parcels of rough justice.
It takes the slime merchants to thrive in the atmospheres of over heated gruel. It takes the slime merchants to mine the deep wells of the pristine society waiting patiently for foul leadership. It take the slime merchants to mine the cracks and crevices of longing and regret that fold into the the yearnings and decision making of the heedful, needful masses of back stabbers, hatchet wielders, bomb throwers, chicken puckers, whiners, dupes, charlatans, haters and grand paragons of hubris that stand straight and tall as noble electorate, staunch and determined, flag waving behind in the wind as the tough morality of good purpose storms the ideal.
Onward flocks of drunken geese. Onward charging herds of wayward snakes. Onward skipping forays into the daisies and the poisoned mushrooms. Onward the catharsis of clubs and jackboots. Onward the great American march towards the pinnacles of civilization.
Onward to victory the lovely lovers of a strong tomorrow. Winnow the worthless.
Of note:
http://www.mediaite.com/tv/new-york-times-public-editor-defends-truth-vigilante-column-on-cnns-reliable-sources/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Thursday, January 26, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Dealing with the whole leaves us to our wits
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All is said and done, appreciated and derided, made holy and with avarice, foreclosed upon with eternal joy and protected by gleaming offerings of shattering strengths .... man and men, princes and flags, trumpets and tradition carries the day. ... Of what poor pittance would we be were it not for tribal cultures ours honed in struggle, hardened in strife, made luminous in battle, made wonderful in belonging.
Vast groupings of heavens helpers all, having ones back, clearing paths away to ones front, chopping the charging weeds at ones sides... the banding of tribe and goodness is offered by the compassionate angels who wish to see our short comings healed, our laziness kept for rest.
Sustenance. Survival. Food and shelter. Help in the storm. Countenance for virtue..... Tribe, the beloved country. It backs us as no other.... Loyalty> Fidelity. Conformity....The virtues of belonging...the givebacks of support...the greater the great of the greater.
Position. Stance...t.reasons and reason; points of view...... Assassins in the night.....it is of and for the tribe that we toil and sweat. It is of and for the tribe we stand ready. Fight off the threatening of the whole. We are played and paid for. Dealing with the whole leaves us to our wits.
Of interest:
http://www.cjr.org/behind_the_news/local_tv_stations_rally_to_opp_1.php
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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All is said and done, appreciated and derided, made holy and with avarice, foreclosed upon with eternal joy and protected by gleaming offerings of shattering strengths .... man and men, princes and flags, trumpets and tradition carries the day. ... Of what poor pittance would we be were it not for tribal cultures ours honed in struggle, hardened in strife, made luminous in battle, made wonderful in belonging.
Vast groupings of heavens helpers all, having ones back, clearing paths away to ones front, chopping the charging weeds at ones sides... the banding of tribe and goodness is offered by the compassionate angels who wish to see our short comings healed, our laziness kept for rest.
Sustenance. Survival. Food and shelter. Help in the storm. Countenance for virtue..... Tribe, the beloved country. It backs us as no other.... Loyalty> Fidelity. Conformity....The virtues of belonging...the givebacks of support...the greater the great of the greater.
Position. Stance...t.reasons and reason; points of view...... Assassins in the night.....it is of and for the tribe that we toil and sweat. It is of and for the tribe we stand ready. Fight off the threatening of the whole. We are played and paid for. Dealing with the whole leaves us to our wits.
Of interest:
http://www.cjr.org/behind_the_news/local_tv_stations_rally_to_opp_1.php
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: The chance comes marching home.
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One good thing about having antecedents brave, smart, true and worthy .... descendents get to admirably enjoyable dumb, stupid, cowardly and dithering.
Secure in positions as ramrods of the world, keepers of the flame for all beasts of burden, grand shining light of rationality, reason, acquisition, growth, gain all honored descendents we need not worry about thought, manner courtesy, want. Hubris high, honor viable, conversations as tools of power ...... security is grand.
In positions of comfort and joy, secure; in arrogance and delicacy, hard charging delineation of idea, purpose, life high on the hill, secure; in conflicts for virtue, cynicism, fidelity to self worth, secure; never will there be a surrender of the noble birthrights given, made for the angels....
Be what ever the hell one chooses in whatever the damned way one wishes. Blow in the face of whom ever the hell one wants. Free birthrights are of that.... free birthrights celebrate gladly all base aspects of all base people answering all base ideals. Measure for measure, accomplishment and class, worldliness, thoughtfulness, hardness, toughness, sustaining, security, vision, clear, clean levels of conducting the business of business.... all dreams.
Freedom is gods gift to swine and mine and thine who may enjoy it fully while the chance comes marching home.
Of interest:
http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/01/americas-new-strategy-endless-war-s/251942/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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One good thing about having antecedents brave, smart, true and worthy .... descendents get to admirably enjoyable dumb, stupid, cowardly and dithering.
Secure in positions as ramrods of the world, keepers of the flame for all beasts of burden, grand shining light of rationality, reason, acquisition, growth, gain all honored descendents we need not worry about thought, manner courtesy, want. Hubris high, honor viable, conversations as tools of power ...... security is grand.
In positions of comfort and joy, secure; in arrogance and delicacy, hard charging delineation of idea, purpose, life high on the hill, secure; in conflicts for virtue, cynicism, fidelity to self worth, secure; never will there be a surrender of the noble birthrights given, made for the angels....
Be what ever the hell one chooses in whatever the damned way one wishes. Blow in the face of whom ever the hell one wants. Free birthrights are of that.... free birthrights celebrate gladly all base aspects of all base people answering all base ideals. Measure for measure, accomplishment and class, worldliness, thoughtfulness, hardness, toughness, sustaining, security, vision, clear, clean levels of conducting the business of business.... all dreams.
Freedom is gods gift to swine and mine and thine who may enjoy it fully while the chance comes marching home.
Of interest:
http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/01/americas-new-strategy-endless-war-s/251942/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Screw the mocking bird
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The false battles of holy labels
Ah, the usual screed about the paucity of intellectual honesty and judicious thought when it comes to trampling down the honor and virtue of hard core believers and political holy warriors.
The grand celebrated spectrum running the gamut from right to left and up and down and back again...... grand screams of deliberation and virtue on the part of the emotionally informed.
Be stark. Be humble. Be wise. Be sure that the marauding hordes of welshers and free basers want your money, your toil, your all and everything.
Be of the right. Be of the left.
Be sure that the simple flag wavers and noxious spirits of toxic hate want to bury the unprotected under glams of derision and disenfranchisement.
Be of those wise enough to not miss the enemies at the gate.
The pristine rights of the individual. The pristine rights of the mass, the society as whole. Protection for one. Protection for the other. Protection from one. Protection from the other. Be of the winners. Be of the losers. Be of the dupes. Be of the he users. Be of the takers. The healers. The fakers. The killers. Be of the makers. The breakers. The sour mooded payers.
Figure it out, oh vile creed. Screw the mocking bird.
Of note:
http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/01/22/what-the-left-gets-right/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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The false battles of holy labels
Ah, the usual screed about the paucity of intellectual honesty and judicious thought when it comes to trampling down the honor and virtue of hard core believers and political holy warriors.
The grand celebrated spectrum running the gamut from right to left and up and down and back again...... grand screams of deliberation and virtue on the part of the emotionally informed.
Be stark. Be humble. Be wise. Be sure that the marauding hordes of welshers and free basers want your money, your toil, your all and everything.
Be of the right. Be of the left.
Be sure that the simple flag wavers and noxious spirits of toxic hate want to bury the unprotected under glams of derision and disenfranchisement.
Be of those wise enough to not miss the enemies at the gate.
The pristine rights of the individual. The pristine rights of the mass, the society as whole. Protection for one. Protection for the other. Protection from one. Protection from the other. Be of the winners. Be of the losers. Be of the dupes. Be of the he users. Be of the takers. The healers. The fakers. The killers. Be of the makers. The breakers. The sour mooded payers.
Figure it out, oh vile creed. Screw the mocking bird.
Of note:
http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/01/22/what-the-left-gets-right/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
To donate for post or site as you may wish….. sin is sin
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Sunday, January 22, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Winnow the worthless
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Onward to defamation. Onward to demonetization. Onward to diminishment of people bad and good. Onward to adolescence. Onward to dirt, grime, demeaning pictures of slop and slime.
Slime merchants are the soldiers of the lord....the soldiers of the whip hand and the tough parcels of rough justice.
It takes the slime merchants to thrive in the atmospheres of over heated gruel. It takes the slime merchants to mine the deep wells of the pristine society waiting patiently for foul leadership. It take the slime merchants to mine the cracks and crevices of longing and regret that fold into the the yearnings and decision making of the heedful, needful masses of back stabbers, hatchet wielders, bomb throwers, chicken puckers, whiners, dupes, charlatans, haters and grand paragons of hubris that stand straight and tall as noble electorate, staunch and determined, flag waving behind in the wind as the tough morality of good purpose storms the ideal.
Onward flocks of drunken geese. Onward charging herds of wayward snakes. Onward skipping forays into the daisies and the poisoned mushrooms. Onward the catharsis of clubs and jackboots. Onward the great American march towards the pinnacles of civilization.
Onward to victory the lovely lovers of a strong tomorrow. Winnow the worthless.
Of note:
http://www.mediaite.com/tv/new-york-times-public-editor-defends-truth-vigilante-column-on-cnns-reliable-sources/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
To donate for post or site as you may wish….. sin is sin
https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=LH7MUZR79N29E
All traffic to be referred to following site.
http://dominancegamespolitics.com
Onward to defamation. Onward to demonetization. Onward to diminishment of people bad and good. Onward to adolescence. Onward to dirt, grime, demeaning pictures of slop and slime.
Slime merchants are the soldiers of the lord....the soldiers of the whip hand and the tough parcels of rough justice.
It takes the slime merchants to thrive in the atmospheres of over heated gruel. It takes the slime merchants to mine the deep wells of the pristine society waiting patiently for foul leadership. It take the slime merchants to mine the cracks and crevices of longing and regret that fold into the the yearnings and decision making of the heedful, needful masses of back stabbers, hatchet wielders, bomb throwers, chicken puckers, whiners, dupes, charlatans, haters and grand paragons of hubris that stand straight and tall as noble electorate, staunch and determined, flag waving behind in the wind as the tough morality of good purpose storms the ideal.
Onward flocks of drunken geese. Onward charging herds of wayward snakes. Onward skipping forays into the daisies and the poisoned mushrooms. Onward the catharsis of clubs and jackboots. Onward the great American march towards the pinnacles of civilization.
Onward to victory the lovely lovers of a strong tomorrow. Winnow the worthless.
Of note:
http://www.mediaite.com/tv/new-york-times-public-editor-defends-truth-vigilante-column-on-cnns-reliable-sources/
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: An ode to the common man
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Power and hate
Power and hate
The smell, the sounds, the fury, the state
Power and hate
The rhythms, the guts, the honors, the flows
Power and hate
The people, the range of fire, the stares of death
Power and hate
The glow, the pale, the saps of sin
The stains, the winters, the sticks, the grin
Power and hate
Nights of fire, days of wine
Dollops of desert, trees grow from smart acorns
Power and hate
The rest is game, the game, shame, the lame, blame, the same; the charged followers of history and study, the rise of the common man
An ode to him
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Power and hate
Power and hate
The smell, the sounds, the fury, the state
Power and hate
The rhythms, the guts, the honors, the flows
Power and hate
The people, the range of fire, the stares of death
Power and hate
The glow, the pale, the saps of sin
The stains, the winters, the sticks, the grin
Power and hate
Nights of fire, days of wine
Dollops of desert, trees grow from smart acorns
Power and hate
The rest is game, the game, shame, the lame, blame, the same; the charged followers of history and study, the rise of the common man
An ode to him
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel...Installment Four
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power
A Novel
Installment Four
She loved not too wisely but too well, Babe Kenny.
She eluded the grasps of wild eyed men, Babe Kenny.
Queen of sustenance and honor reaped by fucking worship, Babe fucking Kenny.
She baited and cooed, Babe fucking Kenny. She, laughed, darted, promised lusts with her hips, said goodbye with her lips, Babe fucking Kenny. She, inspired trust, Babe Kenny, her voice aching want.
Specters, false bravados, itinerant needs, Babe fucking Kenny. A past that wished only to collect on its debt to itself, Babe fucking Kenny.
She liked doing business with men who would conquer the fucking world, Babe fucking Kenny, liked helping flies lose their wings, Babe fucking Kenny; liked helping megalomaniacs get stronger, liked getting with those cynical, perverse to a point, Babe fucking Kenny.
She dealt with policy makers, Babe fucking Kenny. It behooved her to skepticism. She reserved special insight for those special individuals with wholesome abilities, Babe fucking Kenny. She saw and did intelligent things. In matured and intelligent splendor she found time to exhibit depths of understanding, sharpness of vision. Demure and outstanding, Babe fucking Kenny was fascinated. She was tempted to throw herself at the feet of all overriding capacities, all overriding capabilities. Her honor easily marshaled, her awe easily overcome, she was a rotten hostess to money and power.
Babe fucking Kenny, a young woman of twenty five. When not pursuing the ferocious games she was involving herself in, she was involving herself in what she thought to be conditions in her world which could justifiably be called wanting. She did not usually throw off the gains and relics of a misspent past. She did not put on herself the mantel of St Joan, cloaks of sack cloth and ashes, purposes enmeshed with deep burning desires to right all of the inequities, the inequalities, of mankind. She did not commit herself to the creation of a new and better world, did not place altruism upon the list of virtues towards which she aspired.
Much curious as to the nature of the United States, her country, her people, the well from which Daddy sprung, his problems sprung, Babe fucking Kenny, involved herself with some groups involved in aspects of the coming social upheaval. She involved herself with some groups which had primary interests in preventing evil, in maintaining right.
She traveled much, also, in those years, Babe fucking Kenny. She established for herself a satisfactory ability to survive, neatly, efficiently. As a means of continuity, she involved herself with the fields of publishing, running errands, doing some light research for friends connected with national organizations.
She was able to produce what was asked of her without making undue demands, Babe fucking Kenny. She established satisfactory loose relationships that served adequately the aims and desires of all parties involved, Babe fucking Kenny. She went often to Washington. Often she stayed for protracted periods. She did not find herself over weaned, overwhelmed. The many bright young things, the many bright young smiles ran up and down the highways and byways of goodness and charm. This was not a heaven to capture Babe fucking Kenny's fancy.
An occasional congressman, an occasional sterling thing from State, Justice, tried to convince Babe fucking Kenny of the goodness of his heart, the warmth of his purpose. Babe fucking Kenny was not overly eager to be in the clutches of the idealistic, the cynical wonders who smiled so brightly, worked so feverishly, championed so greatly the dignity of justice, of man, of mankind.
There were media people, there were those with the key to god's own plan for good and clean living, the revelation of his wonders. In their hearts they knew that they were blessed with vision. Truth and beauty followed in their wake. All would lead the way ever after to the foundations of the noble and true. All bright young things were of firm beliefs. They all saw through sham and injustice.
Babe fucking Kenny, also in Washington, met many of the many who lobbied for the cause of all things great, all things which would make all things greater, all things which would be guaranteed to be great. She met those representing things that had made America what it was.
They were bright and they too were young, the heroes of Babe fucking Kenny. Anxiety jumped upon practicality, strength triumphed reason, disorder was a mother. Disunity fomented. Spring was cherished. The earnest and so pure. Babe fucking Kenny liked them best. Babe fucking Kenny dealt with policy makers. It behooved Babe to skepticism. She reserved insight for those special individuals with wholesome abilities. They saw and did intelligent things. Charmingly lucid. In matured and intelligent splendor they found time to exhibit the depths of their understanding.
The earnest and pure. Babe fucking Kenny liked them best.
* * * * * * * * * *
Johnny boy found himself to be the attenuated hero of his dreams.
He had landed in New York at the age of six as had many before.
He hustled. He was a smart boy, in his element.
Johnny boy was three years old, stuck in the hell hole of North Africa. One who once knew the captain of the ship that brought him there spotted Johnny boy, claimed him, made arrangements for his custody. Johnny boy, a much traveled little boy, made his way from the steppes of central Asia to a house on a hill outside of Washington, D. C. He had a set of neighbors at great pains to insure his happiness. He had a home, a maid. He had an abundance of friends who knew not why they liked him so. Life was good. New York City. The city was magic, then, the place to be. Wonder, madness, darkness, light, dreams. Johnny boy came shortly.
Johnny had been graduated from college with a degree in Mathematics. There was a comparative ease of economic pressures in those years. The school offered him necessity, not fellowship which he did not crave. The students with whom he came in contact were nice enough, a bit banal, some naïve. Mirrors of sophistication, they offered little more than the continuation of the sophomorics he found so prevalent.
Johnny boy found no particular use for them, no particular need to sift through the chaff to get to the wheat. Johnny boy was quite content to let college boys and girls be college boys and girls and he was quite content to allow them all to exist as happy little children, knowledgeable and all knowing, the cream of god's creatures on his green little earth. There was chatter and interests. Tonics. Flatulence.
Johnny boy, Rachel.
There were times when they had felt themselves very much apart of each other's lives. There were times when the thought of the other brought no more than a nod of recognition, a remembrance of pain. Together Johnny boy and Rachel had finally conquered the devil, so it seemed. Too wise they were to be running around like two little horses asses. Johnny boy would not be bothered with demonic nonsense. There were more and more liabilities to deal with, situational liabilities.
Rachel had done, seen. She too loved the help. Marriage was something. It could exist without having to immerse itself into the world of eternal indulgence. They would run the game for a while. They would be romantic.
Johnny boy fought a war. It was a mean little war. It was everyone’s favorite little war. He had enlisted in the Army. The life he found after college was not overpoweringly fertile
Emiliana Garcia, his maid, had died. He was left with no one that he cared for. Emiliana Garcia was his family.
He was empty, Johnny boy was. There were no great distractions. There was a lot of noise. Johnny wanted to do something with himself, to fight. He wanted to be a proficient killer. The knowledge and the discipline would not hurt him. He might spend his life drifting. For this he was not ready.
He learned. He served. Johnny fought a mean little war. It was a dirty little war. It was everyone’s favorite little war. He was enlisted in the Army. Life was an indulgence.
He went. He returned. A commissioned man. He learned a great deal, Johnny boy.
Soon after he went to France, then to Africa. He served. Mercenary life was an indulgence. He acquired some money. He went to enjoy the offerings of the Mediterranean coast. It was warm. There was sun. In Spain he watched searchers of truth and beauty cover the southern coast. Exotic pleasures offered much. Pleasures, dreams.
Johnny boy did not begrudge the new order of the lost, their fun, their enjoyment, their style. Pleasant in some ways, interesting, the grasp at life. He had knowledge of many things, Johnny boy. Not yet the full degree of greatness promised. Banal predecessors had managed to cross his path. Emiliana Garcia was his maid, was his family.
He bade his time, Johnny boy. Johnny boy found in the companionship of some of his friends some understanding of the trials of man that he did not find elsewhere.
There was the understanding of the way of life that went with trial, trouble when it was a constant. The world had many sides to offer the lovers of all things porous and knowing. Johnny boy had reservoirs of mean confrontations in his wake, reservoirs of mean kills.
Johnny boy left from Spain and returned to the United States, to New York, to the Village which had been his home. He stayed only a short while. He moved to Washington. D.C. He knew people in government work. He found an apartment. He looked for things to do. The cynical and the snide. The adventurous and cruel. The smart and the just. Nonchalance and complacency. Simpatico. Virtue shined upon the great unwashed in the lands of dreams.
There was poetry in the spirit that loved to implement for all the best of all possible worlds, the spirit which so nobly implemented the hopes and dreams of mankind with devotion to duty, with little implementations of fond little wants.
It was very good, John had grown to think, that there were so many who were so assiduously spending so much of their time looking out for gross deployment of noble honor. The domesticated pets were facile and they were happy. They were domesticated. They were frivolous creatures who opposed the good. They were all around.
Johnny boy had often seen the dregs of unbridled, beloved ignorance valiantly go into battle, time after time, with the greater dregs of same. Johnny boy, in America, was becoming more and more fascinated by unvarnished confrontation, unvarnished abilities to make magical the beat, beat, beat of bloodshed, the beat, beat, beat of beloved ignorance.
Johnny boy, Rachel. Surprise, not necessarily delight. Rachel was a wonderful girl in her way. Rachel was smart, he had met few smarter. She was good, very, very good. Rachel demanded much in return for her goodness. She wanted much in the way of hard and cold reserve. She was warm when she had to be warm, Rachel. She was not always to touch. She could be ice, ice which well protected vestiges of movement.
Rachel was good, very, very good, but Rachel was wary and Rachel was one who liked being wary, one who could manage to be wary. Rachel was good, very, very good, but Rachel would not let the thoughts of her heart come out and play. Rachel did not care to be among those who demanded that she be wise, very, very wise.
Rachel was good, very, very good but Rachel was not going to let anyone prevent Rachel from following the paths she set out to follow. Rachel was good, very, very good but Rachel was not going to open up her little heart for the sake of anything or anyone because Rachel shared her little heart with none and nothing and Rachel maneuvered from the outside looking in. Rachel was sublime.
Johnny boy, Rachel.
Rachel, Johnny boy.
Rachel was not happy.
Johnny boy was true, very, very true. Johnny would stick. Johnny would stay and do what had to be done. Johnny would be there if needed. He could leave if not. Johnny boy was true.
Johnny was a cynical bastard who was rotten and self centered to the core but Johnny boy was true. He was a wanderer, a panderer, a bum. He was lazy and he cared not to move. He was unimpressed by the joys of interaction. Johnny boy was intent on being left alone. He wanted his peace. Johnny boy wanted not to be put upon by anything or anybody. Johnny was what his god had made him. The world was full of poor lost bastards. Johnny boy owed his god a fine steady trek through his world, sneered at the conversations of man, was not about to be anybody's helper, chose his company carefully.
Johnny boy did not care to be to be anyone's holy redeemer. He didn't trust the beautiful. He worshipped the damned. He thought that he was a fucking idiot for even opening his eyes in the morning.
Johnny boy, Rachel. Rachel, Johnny boy. Johnny boy was true. Johnny boy was good. Johnny boy would stick. He would stay and do what had to be done.
Sometimes the mirror got too ugly, sometimes too nice.
Johnny boy, Rachel. Rachel, Johnny boy. God’s gift to each other. Johnny boy, Rachel. Rachel, Johnny boy. There were more and more liabilities to deal with, situational liabilities. They would run the gamut for a while. They would be romantic.
They were exhuming the dead, Johnny boy, Rachel .
Rachel provided experience, experience pressed with flowers in the photograph album of my life. Johnny boy, in America, more and more fascinated by unvarnished abilities to make magical the beat, beat, beat of his heartstrings.
My Rachel was a moment in time. She was a quick fix of a moment and she was open to challenge and she was the sweet young song playing, a riff in mood, a haunting melody, a delicate tune..
Johnny boy, Rachel.
Johnny boy, Rachel.
Rachel, Johnny boy.
Sucked the life out of each other.
Sucked the death out of each other.
“I will be lusts depository for you, Johnny boy,” Rachel said to Johnny boy to make him smile.
* * * * * * * * * *
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Dominance Games / Politics: Power and hate
Dominance Games / Politics
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Power and hate
Power and hate
The smell, the sounds, the fury, the state
Power and hate
The rhythms, the guts, the honors, the flows
Power and hate
The people, the range of fire, the stares of death
Power and hate
The glow, the pale, the saps of sin
The stains, the winters, the sticks, the grin
Power and hate
Nights of fire, days of wine
Dollops of desert, trees grow from smart acorns
Power and hate
The rest is game, the game, shame, the lame, blame, the same; the charged followers of history and study, the rise of the common man
An ode to him
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Power and hate
Power and hate
The smell, the sounds, the fury, the state
Power and hate
The rhythms, the guts, the honors, the flows
Power and hate
The people, the range of fire, the stares of death
Power and hate
The glow, the pale, the saps of sin
The stains, the winters, the sticks, the grin
Power and hate
Nights of fire, days of wine
Dollops of desert, trees grow from smart acorns
Power and hate
The rest is game, the game, shame, the lame, blame, the same; the charged followers of history and study, the rise of the common man
An ode to him
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: The tough stuff of which we are made
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Look serious and do right. Bawdy and loud. Raucous, bedeviled. Cognizant of no error. Shameful, painful, whiffs of the aromas of gentry and seduction induced.
Look serious and do right. Catastrophic thoughts. Migratory, innately base and prosaic, of carnage born and rendered, of nascent sin induced and formed principles flying as flags of empire
.
Look serious and do right. Stammering. Wheedling. Of mercury and lead, poison and saintly derivatives. Fights and flights are joyous, ponderous, streaming, vulgar. The weapons game, the political game, the games of monsters and trumpets. They are pristine in their celestial simplicity.
Wretched in beauteous deformity souls of souls render themselves stripped for nobler challenge, humbler manner, distortion of hearth and home. Love, lust, patriotic fervor echo screeching chants
Trappings of lust and power, of omnipotence, of the wry pulpit, the minstrel show, the burlesque, the busted circus ...... the showdowns, the spins, the grand horrors of the overreach...we have us all at our sacred best. Hallowed stripping away of all pretense, sham, civility, falsity and fog....we get down to tough choices by tough folk and the tough stuff of which we are made.
The rambling, fighting, spitting, eye gouging, two by four scrum for vote or scrape or deference or hate. Purity of the fight shows the grandness of the battle. We fight for the right to be great. That is who we are.
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http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/01/15/what-the-right-gets-right/?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=thab1
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Look serious and do right. Bawdy and loud. Raucous, bedeviled. Cognizant of no error. Shameful, painful, whiffs of the aromas of gentry and seduction induced.
Look serious and do right. Catastrophic thoughts. Migratory, innately base and prosaic, of carnage born and rendered, of nascent sin induced and formed principles flying as flags of empire
.
Look serious and do right. Stammering. Wheedling. Of mercury and lead, poison and saintly derivatives. Fights and flights are joyous, ponderous, streaming, vulgar. The weapons game, the political game, the games of monsters and trumpets. They are pristine in their celestial simplicity.
Wretched in beauteous deformity souls of souls render themselves stripped for nobler challenge, humbler manner, distortion of hearth and home. Love, lust, patriotic fervor echo screeching chants
Trappings of lust and power, of omnipotence, of the wry pulpit, the minstrel show, the burlesque, the busted circus ...... the showdowns, the spins, the grand horrors of the overreach...we have us all at our sacred best. Hallowed stripping away of all pretense, sham, civility, falsity and fog....we get down to tough choices by tough folk and the tough stuff of which we are made.
The rambling, fighting, spitting, eye gouging, two by four scrum for vote or scrape or deference or hate. Purity of the fight shows the grandness of the battle. We fight for the right to be great. That is who we are.
Of note:
http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/01/15/what-the-right-gets-right/?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=thab1
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Monday, January 16, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Heartbeats of the human condition
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Coming, coming, coming ....the concentration of the best and most wonderful to lead us in our hours of hope .... all enviable and well loved and protected by grand freedoms earned over time with blood, sweat, tears, will and purpose.
Battle lines drawn, battle grounds set, power plays played, lemmings in place, the fault lines of the system papered over and the trumpets blaring.
The sheer dizziness of heart thumping and the preaching. The dramas and fights for hearts and minds. Speed the pulse, whip the flair in the nostrils, put the wind at the back of the good and dainty.
All scenes will be familiar. All actions will be bloated. All charades will be pleasant and all dreams of failure will neither surface onr go away.
Sullen power will go towards the places it finds most comfortable. Manic influence will work long and hard at its chosen profession. Scammers, vultures, bottom feeders, task masters will look slyly in the muck for their feeding grounds.
Pushers will push. Preeners will preen. Debtors will be under water always and forever.
The racks will break the unable. The ferocious will devour the uneducated. The push for order and hierarchy will find wings of gold.
The stresses are there. The openings are always there. Hierarchy, order are the heartbeats of the human condition....
Of note:
http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/288008/we-re-number-ten-deroy-murdock
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Coming, coming, coming ....the concentration of the best and most wonderful to lead us in our hours of hope .... all enviable and well loved and protected by grand freedoms earned over time with blood, sweat, tears, will and purpose.
Battle lines drawn, battle grounds set, power plays played, lemmings in place, the fault lines of the system papered over and the trumpets blaring.
The sheer dizziness of heart thumping and the preaching. The dramas and fights for hearts and minds. Speed the pulse, whip the flair in the nostrils, put the wind at the back of the good and dainty.
All scenes will be familiar. All actions will be bloated. All charades will be pleasant and all dreams of failure will neither surface onr go away.
Sullen power will go towards the places it finds most comfortable. Manic influence will work long and hard at its chosen profession. Scammers, vultures, bottom feeders, task masters will look slyly in the muck for their feeding grounds.
Pushers will push. Preeners will preen. Debtors will be under water always and forever.
The racks will break the unable. The ferocious will devour the uneducated. The push for order and hierarchy will find wings of gold.
The stresses are there. The openings are always there. Hierarchy, order are the heartbeats of the human condition....
Of note:
http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/288008/we-re-number-ten-deroy-murdock
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel...Installment Three
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power
A Novel
Installment Three
Memory
is a sometimes wisp of smoke, a fog that traps those who wish to run
with the fires and furies of the whirlwinds that spin dangerously amidst
the cunning who understand the fragility of the soul and the meanness
of the spirit. There are those deep and dear and those of substance and
depth are often taken for granted and given rides to test the waters of
eerie endeavor and feel the heat of vile creatures.Characters that spring upon the hidden planes of existence, hidden planes of attack may be of an interesting kind, may be of a rancid, sinister kind and play in dominance, survival, and find themselves oriented to the mysteries of life with stories following around roots and edifices, movements through time and fate. Dreams and drama induce momentous rides and searing portraits of self and season.
My world is a wanton place with playthings in long spacious corridors angling in to slice and vanquish as they present their great homage to prosperity and glitter.
She was the last best hope of daunting sin, Amy.
She drew hearts out as a magnet, Amy.
She drew spirits with ferocious fire.
Purges were purges.
Amy screwed Death for eternity and Death took Amy as his own.
Amy screwed Death for eternity and Amy took as Death her own.
Somewhere in her passions she fused with fulfillment.
* * * * * * * * * *
Disembarked
from Europe, the damned war, discharged, Richard fucking Kenny went
home. He would pick up his life. He would pick up his wife. He would
settle his life.Richard fucking Kenny’s wife made money. She made money for herself. She knew people, Richard fucking Kenny’s wife. She could take her pick of all different kinds of suave, Richard Kenny’s wife. She could dance naked in the streets of the Bowery when snow was in season, Richard Kenny’s wife.
Recuperating Soldiers had been assigned to areas in the South of fucking France. There was aid and comfort given. Richard fucking Kenny took pleasure, rest, recreation.
There were not many people there not of French citizenry, sans armies; there was one woman there, an expatriated American. She gloried in the life there. Her money was safe. She was a political sparrow, a rare bird of hidden prey. She respected her politics. She grappled with the circumstance of war. She had been widowed in New York, had found it in her best interests not to remarry. Her husband was precocious in corruption, precocious in death. She had refined sensibilities, Richard fucking Kenny’s wife; defined realities.
Richard fucking Kenny’s wife had known Richard fucking Kenny in New York. She had known Sweet Amy. She had been seen and left by all of the usual snakes. There was usual carnage she had seen on the battle fields of the slick and willful.
The once and past husband of Richard fucking Kenny’s wife married smartly. He was older, she, younger. Her own background had been moneyed, once. Much of what held it went the way of all flesh. She was alluring, attractive. She was lean and lithe, had sincere, perceptive eyes. She was smart enough not to be slain by inches.
Rational thinkers. She was descended from rational thinkers. She was educated, fascinated, Richard fucking Kenny’s wife. She knew pity. Never young and callow, tribute was hers. Those who were not saved was not saved. She garnered respect for the infinities of presumed strength. Richard fucking Kenny’s wife knew the games of her fathers, her mothers.
* * * * * * * * * *
There
were newspaper people, those with the key to plans for good and clean
living, blessed vision, truth, beauty. Faith, hope, charity. An
abundance of knowledge Richard fucking Kenny’s wife had. She would
enter Richard’s party, sleek deviate, naked, fallow, susceptible to the
weak, marginal and strong, a scholar herself in the study and practice
of her arts.She was pleasant, perfunctory, Richard fucking Kenny’s wife. She showed Richard fucking Kenny respect. He showed her the same. She was a woman of much substance, Richard fucking Kenny’s wife. Richard fucking Kenny showed her respect. It was more than respect for a wife. That she was the mother of Babe only seems right. Babe was of her. Babe was special.
Like her mommy and daddy before her Babe Kenny loved the dance. It allowed her enjoyment, companionship. It gave her pleasure. Daddy, Richard fucking Kenny, was not heaven's gift to the goodness needed somewhere, somehow on god's green earth but Babe fucking Kenny knew that Daddy had the requisite degrees of meanness and joy. Richard fucking Kenny had his points. Daddy was a good man. He had shame in his past. About such things as Babe was concerned, daddy was one who understood.
Richard fucking Kenny did not want that his Babe should have the type of life that he had had. He vowed to remove her from the types of pressures that had made life for him, at times, a very trying experience. If little Babe grew up to be just another run of the mill flighty little bitch then so be it. He would try his best to help make her canny and wise to the ways of the world as he saw it, smart enough to know when and how to speak, to whom and for what reason to speak.
Richard fucking Kenny had great hopes that he would have his little girl grow up to not be a damned little whiner, to not be one enmeshed of trivial nonsensical banal emptiness. He did not want his Babe to be married to the damned pretentious, the usual clowns and hangers on, the high place and good breeding numbing flag waving absurd.
Between the jumping fools he knew that paraded as men and the laughing idiots he knew that paraded as women, Richard fucking Kenny knew that it was a bad fucking proposition to expect that his little girl grow up to be anything like a fine and decent person. For sure, Richard fucking Kenny knew that there was no damned such thing. He also knew that his dream was cock-eyed and dumb and that if he had ever met such a woman as he had to himself described he would probably kick her in the fucking ass and try to turn her into the damned no good fucking whore that he would have been sure that she fucking had been.
Richard fucking Kenny wanted his Babe to have some guts. He wanted her to be able to have a little bit of fucking class, have some reserve, some manners. Given what he knew of the damned fucking world he knew he was hoping for too damned fucking much. There were many things which were simply not in the repertoires of the worlds in which he lived, probably not in the repertoires of any world in which anyone fucking lived except for the little dream fucking world he had in his fucking mind that would make and allow his fucking little girl to be at least bearable.
She, Babe Kenny knew herself to be an American citizen and she felt that New York, offering what she thought to be at least a different world from the one in which she lived, offered the largest chance for her to attain the understandings and plays she so clamored after. She, Babe fucking Kenny felt that someday she might very well turn out to be some poor little rich fucking bitch with some fucking asinine Italian fucking lover dangling from her rich fucking little arm and some other asinine little fucking peccadillo with the fucking cook's fucking little fucking daughter to scream about to her worthless fucking friends. For the mean, though, she would look towards, for, something else. If she failed there would be all of those rancid little pleasures waiting. If she failed to find that which she was looking for she knew that the fucking cook would have an sick fuck assed daughter with death in her fucking heart, that the asinine fucking Italian lover would be a stiff and that he would fucking try to steel her money and make her crazy.
Babe fucking Kenny felt that there was not much more to be had for her, her father, in the South of fucking France. It had become a poisoned well.
She had then a fondness for the English speaking peoples, and she would not have been adverse to either London or Paris if Richard fucking Kenny could find some fucking cause to see either of those places as desirable. Babe fucking Kenny knew that daddy was not one who held New York as his favorite place, having long since given up its ghost, and from what she could make out, having long since given up its ghost with fucking pleasure.
Babe fucking Kenny, then, would try to find a way to force movement to London, or at least Paris, but she would hope for a way to return the family to New York from whence it came. She would, she knew, be able to move where and when she wanted. She was free, she had means. She could do as she damn well pleased.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Canon fodder to stop the bullets and beat the trash
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The rich get richer. The poor get poorer. The sated get more sated. The hungry get more hungry. Those who got get to pay....poor babies. Those who don't got get to pay....not ever enough.....the incessant damned free loaders all...just living to take advantage of the smarmy largess of the gainfully efficient.
Bad mean taxation is a sinister transfer of wealth ...life blood from the stable just to allow the unstable to feel well enough to not threaten the security of the secure or scare the accomplished into a generalized searing panic....the blackmail of intended consequence.
The runners and gunners depressingly give solvency to their protective order. The meek and the resentful give thanks daily for the opportunity to survive and move and are ever thankful, ever resentful.
The inclusiveness of the patriotic order is the shared thing. All are citizens of the whole of this our beloved country...except, of course, those who are citizens of the amorphous stateless worlds of high flying strata and high flying absence of allegiance.
The good and the golden make the world go round, they make it pay and play. They gather their rosebuds, they play with their toys and boys and girls and foils. The play with the piper and pay out of pocket ......tips are a wearisome thing.
The tippees are good for something...... Canon fodder to stop the bullets and beat the trash.
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The rich get richer. The poor get poorer. The sated get more sated. The hungry get more hungry. Those who got get to pay....poor babies. Those who don't got get to pay....not ever enough.....the incessant damned free loaders all...just living to take advantage of the smarmy largess of the gainfully efficient.
Bad mean taxation is a sinister transfer of wealth ...life blood from the stable just to allow the unstable to feel well enough to not threaten the security of the secure or scare the accomplished into a generalized searing panic....the blackmail of intended consequence.
The runners and gunners depressingly give solvency to their protective order. The meek and the resentful give thanks daily for the opportunity to survive and move and are ever thankful, ever resentful.
The inclusiveness of the patriotic order is the shared thing. All are citizens of the whole of this our beloved country...except, of course, those who are citizens of the amorphous stateless worlds of high flying strata and high flying absence of allegiance.
The good and the golden make the world go round, they make it pay and play. They gather their rosebuds, they play with their toys and boys and girls and foils. The play with the piper and pay out of pocket ......tips are a wearisome thing.
The tippees are good for something...... Canon fodder to stop the bullets and beat the trash.
Of note:
http://publiceditor.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/01/12/should-the-times-be-a-truth-vigilante/?pagewanted=all
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: All for the price of a vote
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The thrill is on. The real deal of the real deal of real deal elections are coming. The sky will be a grand purple with grand purple prose. The sky will be grandly aflame with grand passion, homey in modesty with staid serenity.
The choices are coming. The crows are coming, stalling, waiting, preening. Towns and hamlets are poised, perfunctory. Freedom is action. Freedom is for all. Worlds march, freedom rings, the bright lights of the last best hopes for humanity will persevere and God will triumph. The land of tomorrow will put the lands of today to unmitigated shame.
Diesel powered jack hammers forging paths through thickets of rock hard hells put in line a mandate of skill and power and action and verve. Mighty fortress America resounds with motion and purpose, can do spirit, relentless, massive self confidence and poise. Pressure will produce a society trending forward, forward, forward towards shiny peaks of heavenly ascension.
Multitudes rejoice, will be without want, without need, without the grand promise of empty poverty of pocket or spirit.
Bands play. Cycles churn. Rules will be set. Light will conquer the world. Great strength and cohesion will flourish and buzz saw the impediments forced upon them by any sort of mock eternity. Will and purpose will be enjoined, cleansed, flirting with the angels.
All for the price of a vote.
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The thrill is on. The real deal of the real deal of real deal elections are coming. The sky will be a grand purple with grand purple prose. The sky will be grandly aflame with grand passion, homey in modesty with staid serenity.
The choices are coming. The crows are coming, stalling, waiting, preening. Towns and hamlets are poised, perfunctory. Freedom is action. Freedom is for all. Worlds march, freedom rings, the bright lights of the last best hopes for humanity will persevere and God will triumph. The land of tomorrow will put the lands of today to unmitigated shame.
Diesel powered jack hammers forging paths through thickets of rock hard hells put in line a mandate of skill and power and action and verve. Mighty fortress America resounds with motion and purpose, can do spirit, relentless, massive self confidence and poise. Pressure will produce a society trending forward, forward, forward towards shiny peaks of heavenly ascension.
Multitudes rejoice, will be without want, without need, without the grand promise of empty poverty of pocket or spirit.
Bands play. Cycles churn. Rules will be set. Light will conquer the world. Great strength and cohesion will flourish and buzz saw the impediments forced upon them by any sort of mock eternity. Will and purpose will be enjoined, cleansed, flirting with the angels.
All for the price of a vote.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel...Installment Two
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power
A Novel
Installment Two
On came Richard fucking Kenny and his fellow fucking brave hearts. On came God’s fucking crusade in some fucking death trap of a fucking landing craft in the fucking English fucking Channel just dying to help a bunch of fucked up, fuck assed fucking Frogs get their god damned, fucking fucked up fucking country back from some god damned, fucking fucked up fucking fuck assed crazy assed fucking goose assed stepping assed, fucking, rot in hell fucking Krauts.
Dreams for Richard fucking Kenny.
A putrid soldier’s dreams.
Richard fucking Kenny found himself with the first assault waves of American heroes climbing up the fucking beaches of fucking Normandy.
The young man next to Richard fucking Kenny on the fucking landing craft on the way to the fucking beach sang the praises of Christ the fucking Lord. The one next to him puked his fucking guts out. Richard fucking Kenny had not only come three thousand fucking miles to get his fucking ass blown off but he had to do it with some fucking idiot’s fucking puke all over his fucking gear and some other fucking idiot singing the fucking praises of Christ the fucking lord in his fucking ear.
Richard fucking Kenny was very fucking agitated, disgusted about the whole fucking thing. He was fucking annoyed. He would, he thought, have, at least, died a happier goddamned fucking death if he was sliced and diced by one of his old fucking playmates and left to bleed to death in some god damned fucking stink hole puddle in some god damned fucking stink hole alley behind some god damned fucking, rotten assed, fucking greasy spoon.
His god damned, fucking father, where ever the fuck he was must be turning over in his god damned, fucking grave at the thought of his only fucking son running around with a bunch of fucking red necked fucking bloody fucking American he-men about to fucking charge good old fucking Europe, from whence his god damned, fucking father ran, to play god damned, fucking wonder soldier, god damned brave fucking wonder fucking hero.
Kraut soldiers were without bitter appreciation.
Richard fucking Kenny hit the beach on the shores very early in the fucking morning.
The fucking Kraut soldiers did not want to lose precious ground. They wanted Richard fucking Kenny and his fucking friends to be fucking dead. They appreciated fucking greatness, not Richard fucking Kenny. Little fucking Addie Kraut was their mad fucking fool. He was strong.
A wonder fucking soldier, wearing his spiffy little super duper little fucking uniform and traveling fucking on, Richard fucking Kenny was a thrill a minute. Richard fucking Kenny was getting his fucking tail shot at pretty fucking good. This day was to Richard fucking Kenny was a particular pain in the ass.
Richard fucking Kenny in the middle of a fucking, stinking, dirty, fucking, fuck assed, fucking foxhole in the middle of the fucking, stinking, dirty, fucking fuck assed screw assed fucking war.
Richard fucking Kenny became a dirty, fucking hero, another fucking smart assed, wise assed fucking wise guy, wise assed fucking savior.
Two fucking throwbacks to some fucking simian past. Two fucking, anti-Semitic, anti-human, sub-human fucking throwbacks. Richard fucking Kenny killed seven fucking Krauts. Richard Kenny knocked off a fucking Kraut machine gun nest
Richard fucking Kenny barely stopped himself from killing the two fucking southern fucking fuck assed fucking throwbacks to some fucking simian past, the two fucking, anti-Semitic, anti-human, sub-human fucking southern throwbacks. He saved his fucking outfit.
The lieutenant who was barely fucking alive only by grace of God and the captain who was half dead were both fucking very fucking happy that Richard fucking Kenny didn’t kill all of their own fucking wonder soldiers. They were both exceptionally proud that Richard fucking Kenny was a member of their, this man's, fucking Army. They were most certainly overwhelmed. Richard fucking Kenney was their great fucking hope.
Richard fucking Kenny was put upon the god damned fucking earth to do great things, to fuck rotten fucking ladies, to be sharp as a tack, twice as mean. He loved to save the lives of the fucking wonderful who would be very happy to hang his happy little fucking New York fucking assed neck from a god damned fucking cross when he was back in the god damned fucking fuck assed States. Richard fucking Kenny just wanted to jump up and down and salute the god damned fucking good old fucking red, white and fucking blue's best fucking examples of fucking class.
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The All fucking American fucking boy was not something Richard fucking Kenny could put up with too much longer. Richard fucking Kenny reveled in his own fucking wonder. He was fucking proud that he had saved the lives of all of the fucking red necked fucking fuck assed fucking hicks. Richard fucking Kenny was tired, very, very tired, and he didn't want the All fucking American fucking boy to wake up one fucking morning and turn on Richard fucking Kenny when Richard fucking Kenny wasn't fucking looking
Many forms, many shapes the All fucking American fucking hero. He said many different fucking things. He was sure to turn into a no good fucking asshole sooner or later. Poor Richard fucking Kenny.
Richard fucking Kenny survived the fucking war.
He survived it. The first day, the first day off the fucking beach.
Richard fucking Kenny survived the second day, the second day off the fucking beach.
Richard fucking Kenny survived the third day.
Richard Kenny survived the fourth day.
Richard fucking Kenny survived the first fucking month off the fucking beach.
Richard fucking Kenny survived the first fucking year off the fucking beach.
Richard fucking Kenny survived the fucking war.
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Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy was that which could make life worth living, a shining beacon apart from all others of a peculiar conflagration of will, of a peculiar conflagration of mood, a treasure, Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy. She wished to be the ideal to which all fine young dreamers might aspire, who did not let the pedestal upon which she found herself not allow her to not do what she must.
The giver of sunshine and shadow, the purveyor of pleasure and pain. The killer of mothers, the lovers of fathers, the seductress of aunts and uncles. The touch, the brush, the sweet, sweet kiss, the dear, sweet caress. Amy, sweet, sweet Amy. The nectars, the juices of sweet, sweet existence. How sweet, sweet Amy craved. How she craved. Sweet, sweet Amy.
Sweet, smart Amy. Amy, sweet, sweet Amy could only think of thighs and such and water her lips with the tip of her tongue. Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy could only think of sighs and such and water her lips with the tip of her tongue. The sweet, sweet lovers of sweet, sweet Amy, sweetly, sweetly maimed, murdered, before sweet, sweet Amy could ever again enjoy their sweet, sweet pleasures.
The lures of those who fondled, the lures of those who craved, Amy, sweet, sweet Amy would live to crave a thousand lives. The sweet, sweet lovers of sweet, sweet Amy, sweetly, sweetly maimed, murdered, before sweet, sweet Amy could ever again enjoy their sweet, sweet pleasures.
She was the last best hope of daunting sin, Amy.
Some men died for love, Sweet Amy figured. Some men died for money, Sweet Amy figured. Some just wanted freedom from ghosts, dead spirits, evil, she figured. Some took the path of least resistance. Some, the last alternative to life.
Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy.
She baited, she cooed, Amy. She laughed, she darted. She promised lusts with her lips, said goodbye with her hips, Amy. She was a gift given, Amy. Her lips inspired trust, her voice aching want, Amy. She drew hearts out as a magnet, Amy. She drew spirits with ferocious fire. The sweetness. The contempt.
Get to a strong man, a weak man, a smart man, Amy figured. Make a magic wand, Amy figured. A turn of the screw, she figured. A way in, a way out. Will to will, strength to strength. Strength to weakness, guile, subtlety. Amy knew the equations well. Worked them well.
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Monday, January 9, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Live and let live
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Libertines do it. Degenerate wastrels and unmitigated failures do it. Happy bums and inebriate charmers do it. All kinds of patriotic losers do it. Those unworthy of respect do it. Those who are devoid of shame do it without moral compass, without faith, without hope, without charity.
Panderers do it. Those who wish to enjoy life do it. Those who wish to stay away from drama and over heated conflict do it. Those who wish their nose to not be out of joint do it well.
Those who wish not to rule the world do it. Those who wish not to rule minds do it. Those who have grown up do it frequently.
Those who do not see monsters around every bush do it. Those who do not see suckers ready for plucking prancing merrily in the grass do it well.
Those who take in the morning sunlight do it easy. Those who ride the full moon do it softly.
Those who view all the paid muscle and mass intimidators, mixers, breakers and dismissers do it and shake their damned heads to the beats of their saddened hearts. Those who listen to the winds and the breezes and the hurricanes of wisdom churning in the air do it with a sigh.
The world moves on. The songs stay trite. Worldly. Wise. Calm of spirit. Think softly. Carry a big stick.
Live and let live.
Fools Gold.
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Libertines do it. Degenerate wastrels and unmitigated failures do it. Happy bums and inebriate charmers do it. All kinds of patriotic losers do it. Those unworthy of respect do it. Those who are devoid of shame do it without moral compass, without faith, without hope, without charity.
Panderers do it. Those who wish to enjoy life do it. Those who wish to stay away from drama and over heated conflict do it. Those who wish their nose to not be out of joint do it well.
Those who wish not to rule the world do it. Those who wish not to rule minds do it. Those who have grown up do it frequently.
Those who do not see monsters around every bush do it. Those who do not see suckers ready for plucking prancing merrily in the grass do it well.
Those who take in the morning sunlight do it easy. Those who ride the full moon do it softly.
Those who view all the paid muscle and mass intimidators, mixers, breakers and dismissers do it and shake their damned heads to the beats of their saddened hearts. Those who listen to the winds and the breezes and the hurricanes of wisdom churning in the air do it with a sigh.
The world moves on. The songs stay trite. Worldly. Wise. Calm of spirit. Think softly. Carry a big stick.
Live and let live.
Fools Gold.
Of note:
http://www.cjr.org/the_news_frontier/spying_on_journalists_is_easy.php
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Sunday, January 8, 2012
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel...Installment 0ne
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power
A Novel
Time
a strange longing myth. The world an art. Muses watch blandly from
the sidelines. The kill is the winning bastard, chasing down the
scurrying flock. From the weight of sin, noble honor, comes a tempered
stew that radiates out from the sinews and muscles of poor challenging
bastards; that radiates out from hubris, aggression, want.Mean and lust are tempo. Conflict urges towards damnation, urges towards the visceral thrills of the rewards of power.
She is quite the sensual, wondrous toy who transpires through time, through dimension. Quite the user, the hustler, the seer, the queen. Quite the mystery who comes up in myth and mist.
Cynicism is wrapped in soft cloth. Truth floats through gauzy mists. There is fear, intimidation, loss. There is ecstasy, the traps of history, of identity, of will, of territory, of belief. There is passion. There is wisdom. There are kills, histories with long roots, many mothers, unyielding fathers. There are neon lit nights and strong doses of tough. There are memories, cold hard facts.
Actions, taken through time are taken by those who are the prisoners of an uneasy chase, prisoners of the ghosts of wily survival. Motion follows paths easing towards searing savagery and redemption. Many walk in uneasy terrain. The kill is the winning bastard, chasing down the scurrying flock. Beauty, honor, revenge show dangerous enticement, coming sometimes hard, sometimes not at all. Honor, freedom, power, will, rush through the thickets of deadly time.
Conflict urges towards damnation, urges towards the visceral thrills of the rewards of power. There is dismissiveness, domination, fears of power, the traps of circumstance, will, cynicism, of want.
Swirling plays for the depths of men’s souls stir the chase. Swirling plays for power and greed stir the games at hand. There is sustenance in the drinking up of the brew offered by the tainted mixes of hunger and reserve, the tainted mixes of driven characters in cool focused rage.
Swirls of action and consequence run frolicsome charges through roads taken by those weak enough to pursue them. Pursuits of harsh base pleasures and purposes provide a world of gamesmanship, sorrow.
There are enticing, foggy, predatory pasts. Life is full. It harbors heightened existence, clashes of will, of instinct.
A stark landscape is created, one that does that which it has to do, that forges that which it has to forge, that sets up that which it has to set up.
Death seeks his muse.
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Richard fucking Kenny developed his modicum of veneer. He used it on the broken who had money to spend as they wiled away looking rich, empty, bored and rusty. It was the easy buck, like dealing seconds. Richard fucking Kenny was left to fend for himself with nothing save his momma's good looks, his daddy's cunning. Spread out, rancid, tired, Richard fucking Kenny’s women who weren’t there broke the dreams of those who were and all were enjoined. Sweet, sweet Amy, my dear little Babe.
Sweet Amy was always leverage, was always neutralized. Cheap bastards always knew their names, Richard fucking Kenny, Amy, sweet, sweet Amy. Cheap bastards knew they kept their own council, traveled light through rancid jungles of open pits of open sores.
Richard fucking Kenny looked for the ravages of weakness, took pleasure in watching gerbils squirm.
Richard fucking Kenny’s entry. The sweet sense of nastiness, the odor of disdain. All of the fucking men at the fucking table of Richard fucking Kenny’s life found Richard fucking Kenny a shield to covet, a bastard to savage.
In 1942, in New York City, Richard fucking Kenny was trying very hard to get out of the fucking army. There were no fruits for his labors. He was sorry. Richard fucking Kenney wanted out from the bottom side of an existence that had since lost its glamorous facade. Richard fucking Kenney did not want to continue associations with the people with whom he had been associated.
Fuck the deranged fucking lunatics.
Little Addie, this fucking Hitler idiot was a damn menace to the damned fucking world, no fucking sense of proportion, no fucking reason. The world was made up of an abundance of damn suckers. Any crazy asshole who knew how to make the suckers jump up and down in their fucking cages could make a fine little life for himself. Little fuck Addie, this fucking Hitler idiot, only confirmed Richard fucking Kenny's fucking beliefs.
Little fuck Addie, this fucking Hitler idiot, and his goose assed fucking, crazed fuck assed fucking friends knew all the fucking games that Richard fucking Kenny, his fucking friends knew so well, learned so well, taught so well. All of the neat little fuck assed fucking tricks learned dealing with the other fuck assed fucking suckers in his damned sweet rides through the piss holes of the Western World…Richard fucking Kenny knew them well, taught them well.
Little fuck Addie, this fucking Hitler idiot, and all his crazed fuck assed goose assed fucking friends were fucking stench, bad fucking medicine, bad fucking assholes, fucking Jew baiters, fucking bad mean grief, fucking medicine, bad assed fucking times. Richard fucking Kenny. The fucking world could fuck itself silly. Richard fucking Kenny could fucking fuck himself silly.
Despite his best efforts and great resources Richard fucking Kenny was inducted into the Army in the spring of 1943.
He was shipped south. He had to employ some of the tactics and friends of his New York associations. Too many certain southern gentlemen and others, in fond and happy anticipation, were filled with thrills at the thought of having a one hundred percent New York Jew boy at their fucking disposal. That this was the way of things Richard fucking Kenny knew. He was in a position, however, to make the certain southern gentlemen and others fucking sorry that they disliked him so.
In the fall of 1943 Richard fucking Kenny and his fuck assed fucking friends were shipped overseas, were dispatched to be stationed in the south of fucking England. Richard fucking Kenny was training for he knew not what, for purposes for which he cared exceedingly less. Fucking Admiral fucking Dewey, Black Jack fucking Pershing, friggin' Winston friggin' Churchill, that fucking crazy man, Macarthur, Jimmy fucking Doolittle and his whole fucking bunch of damned friggin' Flying fucking Tigers, fuck assed strutting Montgomery and all of the friggin’ British Tommies lying end to fucking end on their god damned fucking limey stained ass stained fucking bellies couldn't make god damned fucking Richard fucking Hymie Kharnovski give two fucking shits about this god damned fucking war.
Richard fucking Kenny was not of the mind to allow some damned fucking yo-yo of a fucking Kraut fucking paperhanger be the cause of him breathing his last fucking breath in some god damned fucking stinking European fucking stink hole.
The goddamned fucking krauts ought to have their goddamned fucking asses mangled just for getting Richard fucking Kenny into this goddamned fucking mess. The goddamned fucking Japs should also rot in fucking fuck assed, rotten, fucking saki hell.
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Saturday, January 7, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: Death songs and fixed dances
Dominance Games / Politics
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Might makes right. It always does. It always will. Might makes the world go round...gives little evil people their kicks and their fancies,,,gives little self indulgent sops their self important treasures.... gives lust fueled maniacs their days in the sun.
Might enforces law. Might enforces order. Might enforces the toxic holes in society left open and vulnerable to abuse. Might enforces the happy order of the streets and the flaccid order of the conquerors of the world and the masters of the universe.
Might enforces avenues of movement, avenues of conversation, avenues of corruption, avenues of social engineering. Might enforces directions from on high and the moral universe of the self assured. Might is a prized thing, good to have, a pleasure to wield.
Might is a bullying thing, a slandering thing, a beating down thing. Might is a club, a hammer, a baseball bat to the body. Might is a mean little thing, the best servant of the uncaring.
Free speech is a precious thing. Free speech is a dear, darling little thing. Speak to your little heart's content. Say the things that make your heart sing and your feathers fly. Say the good stuff, the bad stuff, the ground up stuff and the desolate stuff. Be magical, maniacal, despotic, a hero for all time. Speak to no one, speak to everyone, speak to those within earshot, to those who will not or cannot hear. Speak for enlightenment or derision, for fame or flame. Speak low. Speak soft. Speak to the gods.
Might enforces the power behind the speech. Might enforces the directions, the saturation, the crowds, the foot soldiers, the bums and the enforcers behind the message. Might enforces the message, the truth, the lies, the wants, the needs. Might is the freest of all things free.... the owner of all things obtained by those more free than others. Might buys it little words and deeds. It is a ubiquitous, intrusive thing. it is our gift to the gracious and the wonderful, those who have earned the right to have their messages heard.
Love the rough and tumble of death songs and the fixed dances. A gentle ode to big fists and a wee bit of spit. Just let them tell us what we want to hear. The songs are never over and the melodies always linger on.
Speak to me only with thine rights to beat me into submission.
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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All traffic to be referred to following site.
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Might makes right. It always does. It always will. Might makes the world go round...gives little evil people their kicks and their fancies,,,gives little self indulgent sops their self important treasures.... gives lust fueled maniacs their days in the sun.
Might enforces law. Might enforces order. Might enforces the toxic holes in society left open and vulnerable to abuse. Might enforces the happy order of the streets and the flaccid order of the conquerors of the world and the masters of the universe.
Might enforces avenues of movement, avenues of conversation, avenues of corruption, avenues of social engineering. Might enforces directions from on high and the moral universe of the self assured. Might is a prized thing, good to have, a pleasure to wield.
Might is a bullying thing, a slandering thing, a beating down thing. Might is a club, a hammer, a baseball bat to the body. Might is a mean little thing, the best servant of the uncaring.
Free speech is a precious thing. Free speech is a dear, darling little thing. Speak to your little heart's content. Say the things that make your heart sing and your feathers fly. Say the good stuff, the bad stuff, the ground up stuff and the desolate stuff. Be magical, maniacal, despotic, a hero for all time. Speak to no one, speak to everyone, speak to those within earshot, to those who will not or cannot hear. Speak for enlightenment or derision, for fame or flame. Speak low. Speak soft. Speak to the gods.
Might enforces the power behind the speech. Might enforces the directions, the saturation, the crowds, the foot soldiers, the bums and the enforcers behind the message. Might enforces the message, the truth, the lies, the wants, the needs. Might is the freest of all things free.... the owner of all things obtained by those more free than others. Might buys it little words and deeds. It is a ubiquitous, intrusive thing. it is our gift to the gracious and the wonderful, those who have earned the right to have their messages heard.
Love the rough and tumble of death songs and the fixed dances. A gentle ode to big fists and a wee bit of spit. Just let them tell us what we want to hear. The songs are never over and the melodies always linger on.
Speak to me only with thine rights to beat me into submission.
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Dominance Games / Politics: No guts. No glory
Dominance Games / Politics
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Centrist, moderate, wish washy, easily led soulless political actors are the bane of true activists, true patriots, true believers here, there and everywhere.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are those who stand for nothing, have no fight, have no passion, have no concern for the magisterial issues of the day.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are those who are left in leftover glory when all political purpose, all political ideal, all political acumen gets filtered and steamed away in lovely orderless gas and colorless hot air.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are that which we get when the happy dictates of fear and intimidation, buff and bluff, scare them into simpering, weak, appeasing compromising dreams.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are just all too pretty, all to friendly, all too accommodating, too reasonable, too rational, to empty; all too treacly sweet and saccharine stiff to stand for anything of value.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are those without form, without shape, without function, without purpose; without souls and roles to pin down or heads to bash and backs to flay.
No guts. No glory.
Of interest:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45883052/ns/us_news-the_new_york_times/#.TwW5hlbNlaw
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
To donate for post or site as you may wish….. sin is sin
https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=LH7MUZR79N29E
All traffic to be referred to following site.
http://dominancegamespolitics.com
Centrist, moderate, wish washy, easily led soulless political actors are the bane of true activists, true patriots, true believers here, there and everywhere.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are those who stand for nothing, have no fight, have no passion, have no concern for the magisterial issues of the day.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are those who are left in leftover glory when all political purpose, all political ideal, all political acumen gets filtered and steamed away in lovely orderless gas and colorless hot air.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are that which we get when the happy dictates of fear and intimidation, buff and bluff, scare them into simpering, weak, appeasing compromising dreams.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are just all too pretty, all to friendly, all too accommodating, too reasonable, too rational, to empty; all too treacly sweet and saccharine stiff to stand for anything of value.
Centrist, moderate, wishy washy, easily led soulless political actors are those without form, without shape, without function, without purpose; without souls and roles to pin down or heads to bash and backs to flay.
No guts. No glory.
Of interest:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45883052/ns/us_news-the_new_york_times/#.TwW5hlbNlaw
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis.... The dumb ...... the honored creed. The rancid bastards ...... the true…. the thrill…http://dominancegamespolitics.com/
books… http://bschiff.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
refer
http://www.etalkinghead.com/
http://thewashingtonfancy.com/
http://www.thejeffersontree.com/
To donate for post or site as you may wish….. sin is sin
https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=LH7MUZR79N29E
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