Lust Games / Void Games / Politics

For viewing pleasure there are always the perfect villains and perfect fools of the corridors of power using the levers that they hold in order to work things out in ways workable.  Checks and balances work in so far as there is the ability to execute.  Laws, after all, are just means to direct the execution of the power of the state.  With the governed increasingly unwilling to abide by the sanctions of the state directions lead to one of two outcomes.  Either a tightening of force or the grip of the powerful or the fragmentation of power without cohesive structure or finely tuned apparatus to enforce unknowable rules and standards.

The games may be different in different places and systems but the principle is the same.  No agreement on an umbrella political structure gives way to the savageries of power plays and power grabs.  Corruption is not corruption.  It becomes the order of disorder with, in the extremes , the order of death.

Fragmented views of society are wished for by those in opposition to the order that is.  Push too far and hoped for new orders become no order what so ever.  Allegiances to cohesion are hard allegiances when corrupting power wanes out of control.  Allegiances to fraction and divisiveness are not attractive measures when they invite  a broken world without recourse to fixing.  A non lethal state can be mended best from within.  A lethal state invites the danger of getting better or worse.

Firebrands would do well to judge the level of real toxicity prior to sinking their ships of state.  Puzzlers ponder answers, define not questions.  The powers of those in the catbirds seat always trump rage and rant.

The self interest of the fears and cries of the put upon is dear.  Perceptions  are often eternally skewed.  Perceptions of power bases are often eternally skewed.  Readings of power bases are often eternally flawed.

In the rush to build government, the rush to build equity, firmness grabs often by the  short hairs.  Whom gets whom by them, the short hairs? The world is the world of unintended consequence.  Who rages for these, the unintended consequence?  Those who risk too much for too little or those who risk too little for too much.  Lasting fancy and gifts from the devil make martyrs out of the righteous.  The righteous put much good in play and much good in jeopardy.  Judgement is a hard to come by commodity.  Laws may be a sham.  Too much fracture and the trust of the populace is lost.  Too little and is is co-opted.

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We beg the grim reaper to not waste our poor little lives.  We watch the angels as they watch over us.  We watch the little devils…they that saunter about and just come from every which where to tell us that they shine and will be our answered prayers.

We have our little lusts.  They have our little lusts.  We have our little  depravities.  They have our little depravities.   We are bold in manner, strong in virtue.  They just want to know the nobility of our character.   We just want our dear little selves spread around for all to see and know.  They will love us to death.  We will give money to strangers,  our lives to the depraved.  They will take it and do with it as they see fit.

We lust for composure in a void.  They wish us no void, tell us no tale, love the ones they are with…us …always us….always lucky little us.   We marvel at the variety and depravity of  life’s blood…. sins unapplauded, unwanted.  They suck sin as life’s milk, manufacturing the right mix of joy and steely eyed disdain.  No more lust driven fancies.  No more fun.

The pleasure of the deeply held perversion of not wishing a mind mucked with incessant trash is gone with the wind.  The pleasure of deeply the held perversions of lusting to be not in the company of boorish grinds is a spectator sport to be attacked by the thought police and the enemies of my soul… let me entertain my enemies.

Let me give my lustful fantasies to others to enjoy.  They will  harbor sacred noxious fumes.  They deserve it.  They need their thrills and fancies.  They need their nourishment….. their little hatreds, their taught logic, reason, discourse; the age of the Enlightenment they constantly honor and indulge.  I need their prurient interest, the great arena of shared experience, the oh so recognized theater of the primed absurd that allows me to exist to be used by them.

Reap the wild dirge of rapscallion fancy….and be better wonders for it.   Reap the wild wind together and know  the breeze in the trees….the pains of the gains, the crud of the stealing of us, the  cheep thrills and good shopping.

Tawdry and good and fun and done..the passing panorama.  The product of me is packaged.  Sold, bought, used, exploited, mashed and broken down just so the dumb can get to speak.

The main character, the star of the constant story of our dreary little lives is the product of us…. a weak product unable to get out of the way 0f the cursory infants that corrupt our lives.

I liked it better when there were just hidden cameras and bugs in my bedroom.  There was a nice cozy sense of security there.  Now they want my reason, my soul, my freedom to think good thoughts.  I live in a world where the calmness of reflection is punishable by instant insanity and mass stoning.

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And the virulent shall be pure and the pure shall lead and the true shall beckon heaven and the good shall be forthright.

And the secure shall be strong and the tolerant shall falter and the self righteous shall be our sultry light in the skies.

And the humble shall be honored and the loud shall not be silenced.  And the quiet shall not simmer, the reflective shall have no time, shall have no home.  And the reflective shall be taught to do no other thing.

And the rich shall be of fire.  The poor shall be of disdain.  The winds shall not be of reaping.  The thieves shall not be of compromise.

And backs shall be straight.  Limbs shall be strong.  Aim shall be true.  Thoughts shall be lustful.

Principles shall be devoured. Kings and queens shall be given crowning glory.  They shall be fierce and they shall be bold.  They will work tirelessly to stroke their flags and worship their wonder.

And the purity of being shall be attainable.   Operations of worth shall be secure.  Tactics, rewards devoured and status irrevocable and certain shall be cherished

And war is the beauty of the pounding, crowning, frolicking.And the high octane weak sisters of the here and now ….. their calling…. their mission… their honor and right…. empty vessels and weak kneed shakers celebrate nobility of cause, the political cream of an enthralling epoch.

Home shall be where the heart is.  The righteous shall right all wrongs, take no prisoners, spare no blood.  Then they will alight to heaven and we will be aghast with awe.

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