Archive for May, 2011

Dominance Games: Showtime

Posted in Commentary, current events, journalism, literature, News, opinion, political analysis, political science, Politics, technology, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 22, 2011 by B Schiff

Privacy.  Intrusion.  Know too damned much about every minute of your every day.  Privacy concerns.  Property concerns.  Monitoring your movements and wagging your tail concerns.  Know thine enemy.  Know thineself.  The watchers and the stalkers know thine and thine all all too well.  Thine and thine just continually give the stuff of total knowledge away and will continue to do so always and forever and after that.

Content.  Freedom.  Information.  Rights to sparklers of knowledge and entertainment.  The whole wide wonderful world we live in  is a whole wide wonderful  entertainment machine….the whole wide wonderful world stage…the whole wide wonderful world players…the whole wide wonderful continual and total intensely soothing and sexually fulfilling voyeurism.  The whole wide wonderful wonderful.

Showtime always by, for and soothing the rank amateurs.  Showtime always by, for and soothing the pristine trusted professionals.  Showtime always by, for and soothing.  All the world … that sweet little stage.

Everyday suckers put on shows, put out viewing material and movement tracking just for the hell of it…good, free open source content providers.  The proprietary stake is just to feed the proprietary beast.  The proprietary rewards are just to feed the proprietary beast.  The proprietary beast is a good over arching blanket.

Others, the proprietary traffic cops of wealth and fame and proprietary traffic builders of moxie and hedonism don’t much like each other as they squirrel around and try very hard ti searingly use each other.  Each, alone, poor little victims of the information age.  Interfere with the dissemination of everything and everybody and a poor wretched little business model is threatened.  Interfere with the owning and keeping of proprietary content and nonsense and nobility of purpose is damned and forgotten.  Intellectual property…we have so little…lets take it.  Intellectual property…so very hard to come by …lets hoard it and sully it.   All  get and give a little piece of the  show.  Ticket sales.  Ticket sales.  Let them all prosper.  A fabulous waste of time.  Come the predators.

Jennifer Martinez   Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0511/55397.html

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Dominance Games: Glory in the morning

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2011 by B Schiff

Power corrupts.  It corrupts mightily and famously.  It corrupts hedonisticlaly, morally, severely. It turns virtue on its head and relegates expression to a game.  Power fuels the laundered images of fear and the abject lack of restraint.  Power goads and practices, flails and takes what it takes.  It can be a serene thing  it can be a strong thing, a mocking thing, a self satisfied thing.  Power can shine like a beacon, drop like a stone, crush like a runaway truck.  It lures.  It calls.  It wants.  It produces sweet songs to calm the ear, sweet reason to sack the instincts.  It may turn away from its prey and seem to be something else, a trivial thing that hides itself  from challenges and flies sweetly from inspection.  Power knows.  It sweats.  It works very very hard. It knows itself.  It knows its dupes.  It glorifies all.

From The New York Review of Books

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2011/apr/28/wall-street-leviathan/

From The Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/standardized-tests-prove-im-better-than-michael-jordan/2011/03/29/AF4sdL4C_story.html

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Dominance Games: The landscape gets cold at night

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2011 by B Schiff

Again we mock the human soul.  Again we mock the human spirit.  The cadres of popular imagery are apparent no more.  Damn the torpedoes, all speed ahead.  The more we behave the better we become at ability.  The more we are drunk with the powers of observation, the more we are observant of the void.  The emptiness of the great desert of formless nothing haunts our futures and it is a barren desert, a hot dry place.

The landscape gets cold at night, a counterpoint to the extreme heat of the day. It is an uninviting place, the future in times of trouble and uncertainty.  It mocks us, our belief in it, in its presence, its shape.  It can retreat and hide, run away or crush.  It stares us down a hungry lion.

Deal with what isn’t there.  Build monuments to what is not real.

A view from the other side.

A view from trying to beard the tremulous lion.

Both from The Washington Post

Ian Morris

http://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/two-books-on-the-future-of-power-and-diplomacy/2011/02/28/AFHSsSHC_story.html

Robert Samuelson   Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/the-real-tax-avoidance-scandal-centers-on-dividends-and-capital-gains/2011/04/01/AFRz6TXC_story.html

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Lust Games: Live the pornographic

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2011 by B Schiff

Public images and public brands can easily become inverted.  Those noble souls exercising free will and petrified manner easily choose against their own self interests all the time.  Their perceptions are weak.  Their premises are false.  Their logical constructs are frayed and superfluous.  They bring to the table of meager existence a predisposition towards abject dimness and poverty of mind.  They see not the heavens on earth offered them in their anguish as they self identify as noble souls, outlying outlaws, searing revolutionaries,  defenders of the faith, persons of sound judgment and cool reason.

Thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Freedom of thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Economic self interest is passed around and given away.  It is laughed away and made to look foolish.  The cloudy images of the sane and tolerant world are floated up and about, up and away by those knowing this endpoint of human endeavor and these clouds are massively comical and hopelessly ironic.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst the daily thugs of public discourse.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst those who stood tall and straight and bashed head for sustenance.  If only there were those that did not foam at the mouth and love always and always the red meat of swollen enemies.

The obtuse and the inbred know nothing save the next meal.  The sweet tastes of sweet tastes trump always the soothing health foods of good  doctors.  The wretched can never simply see what is to be seen.  The wretched can never simply experience what is there to be experienced, what is there bigger than a breadbox.

Enemies mine those who will not see.  Enemies mine those who will not hear.  Enemies mine those who live the cheap thrills and hot candy. Enemies mine those who live the pornographic.  We all live the pornographic.  We all love the pornographic.

Xan Rice  The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/06/death-by-tabloid/8491/

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Dominance Games: Live the pornographic

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2011 by B Schiff

Public images and public brands can easily become inverted.  Those noble souls exercising free will and petrified manner easily choose against their own self interests all the time.  Their perceptions are weak.  Their premises are false.  Their logical constructs are frayed and superfluous.  They bring to the table of meager existence a predisposition towards abject dimness and poverty of mind.  They see not the heavens on earth offered them in their anguish as they self identify as noble souls, outlying outlaws, searing revolutionaries,  defenders of the faith, persons of sound judgment and cool reason.

Thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Freedom of thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Economic self interest is passed around and given away.  It is laughed away and made to look foolish.  The cloudy images of the sane and tolerant world are floated up and about, up and away by those knowing this endpoint of human endeavor and these clouds are massively comical and hopelessly ironic.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst the daily thugs of public discourse.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst those who stood tall and straight and bashed head for sustenance.  If only there were those that did not foam at the mouth and love always and always the red meat of swollen enemies.

The obtuse and the inbred know nothing save the next meal.  The sweet tastes of sweet tastes trump always the soothing health foods of good  doctors.  The wretched can never simply see what is to be seen.  The wretched can never simply experience what is there to be experienced, what is there bigger than a breadbox.

Enemies mine those who will not see.  Enemies mine those who will not hear.  Enemies mine those who live the cheap thrills and hot candy. Enemies mine those who live the pornographic.  We all live the pornographic.  We all love the pornographic.

Xan Rice  The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/06/death-by-tabloid/8491/

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Dominance Games: Usual Draconia

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2011 by B Schiff

You can never tire of the the law of unintended consequence.  We can go to hell and back in order to make sure that good ends get accomplished and that good tools are set aside to accomplish them.  Kings of the world always trust in their own good intentions kings of the world laugh at the joke that power corrupts and that absolute power corrupts absolutely.  “The necessity of my invention demands that my intentions be sanitized and that my intentions be purer than yours…you damned harpie blank blank, you damned crying bastard blank blank.”  Kings of the world are that which the world needs to set itself right.

Now this is a thing we all know.  The clear efficiency of dogma and faith, of certainty and divinity is what holds us all upright.  The monkeys have no such things.  They float with Darwin’s bones.

Good god, certainty is a comfort and certainty is a thing that save us  our night terrors and gives us the strength to go on.  If you want to blow up a village then blow up a village.  It is ever necessary to blow up a village to preserve it.  That works the mind and frees the spirit.
Saviors and warriors, thinkers and doodlers know that power is good…it is good to have power, good to hold it, good to cherish it, good to shine and buff it.  No power is bad power if the power broker has , holds and owns it sweetly.

As for those unintended consequence……draconia can get turned on its head if it is not complete and totally ruinous.  Try as they might this is often the case…that plus the hysteria and apprehension of those wishing to ordain that the right world keeps going and going, expanding and expanding…like a big bad nightmarish balloon…this we know.  But lets do it anyway.  The simple truths of accomplished minds and self righteousness of accomplished spirits also deserve to have their days in the sun…til they blot it out.

Some usual Draconia.

New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/17/opinion/17tue1.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha211

By Bruce Ackerman and Oona Hathaway  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/death-of-the-war-powers-act/2011/05/17/AF3Jh35G_story.html?hpid=z5

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Dominance Games: Too damned hard to sell

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2011 by B Schiff

Always honorable conundrums, the flies in the ointment.   Try to stand for goodness, justice, mercy, all singular goodness, motives and damned good people.  Damned good images.  Damned good damned support for damned good myths and martyrs sternly and strongly on the sides of the better angels of our nature or the better angels in heavens glorious chorus.

Love the chooser.  Hate the choice.  Love the honor.  Hell if its sullied.  Ahh, the fidelity.  The goodness, mercy freedom, passion, democracy, love, honor, obedience.  Ahh, the heart warming virtue.  The frustration, the failures, the damned fine print.  Some trick ponies that just won’t do the tricks we got them for.

Fear the future and the past.  Patriotic words and happy fire brands.    Always entertain and sicken and turn right wrong and virtue to sham.  It takes work to frame the fine print.  And finesse.  And sureness.  Damned sureness.

The freedom to be unfree is a freedom granted those who get the freedom to choose.  Rhetoric tells them so.

What a problem  What a predicament.  Go freedom.  Go Democracy.  Go unholy jail and captivity.  Be free enough. Let freedom rin, stoically.  In heavens name let freedom ring, stoically.  Ahh, the complexity.  Ahh, the toil.  Ahh, the temperamental nature of worlds and words.

Passions.  Wishes.  Unfinished business…more.  War by other means.   Care what you wish for while holding high a beacon to the weary, blurred, wily little word.

Freedom from thought.  Freedom from action……Gone with the wind and the talk of the chump.  Ahh…… the usual sound and fury signifying nothing.  Balance of power.  This hallowed multipurpose all in one superbly adept and equally awe inspiring product and export, badge and club, sincere piece of the human soul and rotten apple democracy.  Ahh…… the usual sound and fury signifying nothing.

Sell Arab springs.  Wisconsin autumns. Central American knives.  Sell the cheap stuff in the pretty boxes.  Too damned hard to sell the stuff that works.  Too damned hard to build the stuff that works.

By Jeffery Goldberg  The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/06/danger-falling-tyrants/8493/

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Dominance Games: The ends of the luminous wise

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2011 by B Schiff

Does it seem aimlessly absurd or just morally redundant.  Possibly just the eternal time looped images of the foolish put out to fill  venues that save the needy from not having anything of value to ruminate over or to take seriously.

Are all of the songs written by the same tin ears?  All of the lyrics cynical and deadly and prone to gastric over kill?  A fight for the ol’ red white and blue requires always the applied abilities of accomplished phenoms who snake their ways through the pitfalls of dangerous governance in order to accommodate and advance the intricacies of  the economic, strategic, legal and secure tides of the moon.  The stew must come out well, cooked by the masters of  wiles.

Actors who play down rot and play up solid defined ends….the ends of the luminous wise,  see into the souls of men and declare the fragmented roads of survival workable in barren unfriendly terrain.

Rugged principled and tough virtue get championed, lead and cut hard resilience and paths through ill suited climes and ravaging wildlife.  Doers do and do well.   The free and the good need to stay that way.  With all appropriate help.

sensual lobbies

Aaron Mehta  Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0511/55025.html

sterling charm

Tom Cohen   CNN

http://us.cnn.com/2011/POLITICS/05/15/gingrich.interview/index.html?hpt=T2

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Dominance Games: They work the trenches

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2011 by B Schiff

In my name they go to war.  In my name they rule the waves of production, the seas of competence.  In my name they accommodate the needs and wants of the needy, the wants and aspirations of the desirous, the happy little frolics of the serious and the moral.

In my name they please.  They distribute goods and services.  They distribute hearts and minds.  They distribute ease and sanity.

In my name they sower with efficiency, plunder with joy, return to me the dregs upon my investment.  They produce.  They camouflage.  They placate and the are that between us and a world without function.

In my name they do what there is that has to be done.  In my name they do it well.  They do it adroitly.  They have no spasms of regret.  They are professional.

In my name they grease the wheels of a better more sane world.  In my name they await their applause humbly.  In my name they regard the slings and arrows of dark screamers with regret and in my name they view with sad detachment.  They know better.  In my name.

In my name they are seasoned.  In my name they are worldly and wise and in my name they know the functions of the world.  In my name they are of one with the veils of hidden charity of spirit and the veils of the hidden philanthropy of the heart.  They are at one with progress in my name.  In my name we need ask no more.

In my name they are what they are.  In my name they act as they can.  In my name they act where they can.  They are good because they are.  In my name they are all that they can be.  In my name they act.  For themselves they act.  It is that true noble philosophy that serves.  They act so that I can be free.

And I support them.

The cost of costs

from Harpers by Scott Horton

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/04/hbc-90008063

The usual usual  from The Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/business/economy/obama-slams-oil-company-profits-as-gas-prices-surge/2011/04/29/AFPhwyGF_story.html

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Dominance Games: The winners of song and story

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2011 by B Schiff

Short shrift and good riddance.  We ain’t what we used to be, nobody says.  We ain’t good or free or special or a beacon to the damned sullied world, nobody says.  We ain’t men good and true standing straight and tall against the searing winds of abomination flying, nobody says.  Free the pioneer spirit, the individualists in us all.   Free the character of our tough honest hearts.

Clear of eye small of intolerance, break those who demean.  Muddle, and destroy, ravage and paw.  Good is good.  Tar and feather those who would play me a fool.  Be a good neighbor.  Respect those who are worthy of respect.  In this our world the great and near great of song and story come to show the way.  Kindly and with malice aforethought.

Love the one you love.  Pay the one you pay.  An ode to substantial use of influence.

Kenneth P Vogel    Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0511/54802.html

Scott Wong    Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0511/54710.html

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