Dominance Games: Politics
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 badly the better we become at ability. The more we are drunk with the powers of sure 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. Deal with what is. Build monuments to what is not real. Build real to what monuments we do not have.
A view the other side .
A view from trying to beard the tremulous lion.
The future gets cold at night. It burns heat during the day. It sears heat and rains acid. It sears our nightmares, our night sweats. It commands us our apprehensions. The landscape gets cold at night, a counterpoint to the extreme heat of the day. The landscape gets cold at night and rains down arrows of pain and violent hail storms of anger.
The landscape gets cold at night. It freezes and mimics. It throws godlike presence and excuses for the messianic.
The landscape gets cold at night and it offers fight and flight, panic and arrogance, acrimony, back bites, division, lust, dominance and void. It offers the fun of fear and the great chances to harness same.
The landscape gets cold at night and it offers cold power and rancid fire.
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Dominance Games: Power corrupts
Posted in current events, dominance, News, opinion, Politics with tags analysis, Commentary, Government, power, satire on July 22, 2011 by B SchiffDominance Games / Politics
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.
Power rides the tall horse. It beats with a whip. It smacks with delight, hisses with a sneer. Power coddles the beast of intentions. It coddles the war horse of inclinations. It answers to itself and laughs.
Power chides. It raises high its mighty sword. It is useful unto itself. It has to depend not on the good offices, good wishes, good works of others. Power dictates. Its game and lightening bolts will survive. Its victims will not.
Trust always those with power. They learn how to use it.
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