Ideas rip the blood of bad actors of no repute and aria singers of no legend. Unorthodox hard edged filters of desperation protect us from the no nonsense void. Life churns. The humble ruminate. The grand reflect. The rooted sincere have no idle moments. We all draw pretty pictures.
Rat bastards and sultry party girls know public interest. Deficient lay persons come awash with scandal and comprehension. The thoughts of the fates are the stuff of legend while public minds and group clouds make definitive statements. Right thinking wonders are never astray while cogent minds contemplate their navels and grovel at the feet of those who know better.
Surveys of note.
Power Survey
http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2011/04/who-has-too-much-power-in-america/237312/
Public Opinion on Capitalism
http://www.economist.com/blogs/dailychart/2011/04/public_opinion_capitalism
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Dark actors stave off will and protection. Weak actors stave off glory and backbone. Anarchy, off blue saviors, the color of any which way you wish.
Good bedfellows sing me sad songs. Good bedfellows bless the beasts and the children. Good thieves are good enemies.
Please protect me from freedom. Please protect me from protection. Let me habituate in the wild and be an animal.
Government is a rant. The oppressive might of the wage slave is an illusive quality. Where to find a balance? Where to find the love? The tears of a clown.
Complacency, protection. Private. Public. The head spins. My individuality. My community. My world. My rough hewn self. My charismatic, empathetic heart. Oh, the misery of existence. The traps of my tears. The cries of my conscience.
Washington Post….
http://www.economist.com/blogs/dailychart/2011/04/public_opinion_capitalism
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Policy is the property of the thoughtful, the innovated, the non disingenuous. It is a reasoned thing covered in the necessary language of the love. It is a basic image of a picture. It is a basic simpleton of a picture of an image of a cluster of a backwater.
Policy is the logic of the gods.
The lure of the pure.
Lexington.. The Economist
http://www.economist.com/node/18529711
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Democracy……just the sound of the word…the texture of its artful arcane syllables cascading out of the mouth, over perched and parched lips….the breaths deepen, the body tremors, and there is a comforting sniffle to back up the hope and pride.
The grand and great religion of the non secular masses. The grand and great religion of the sweet, lovely secular champions of honesty, honor and fair play. the end point of all politics. The fair shake for all mankind. We get it. We got it. We import it. We sell it. We cherish it. We mangle it. We push it through hell to see if it is or is not a cardboard illusion. Tis a strong thing this Democracy. it mirrors many images. It shows off many hues and colors. it is purposeful and pure anything of care and caring. Always to be improved. Always to be made superior and worthy.
Bang goes the money trap. Rat tat tat goes the fix. Stomp stomp goes the rants. And the melting pot just melts all charges to a shiny statue of group wisdom.
Who skews? And why not?…Who plays and takes the spoils? And why not?
On the supremes and their proclivities.
Jeffrey Toobin in The New Yorker
http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2011/04/11/110411taco_talk_toobin
On the states and theirs. The comfort and joys of the gerrymandering fix
From The Weekly Standard
http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/015/854xppnl.asp
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Always the nature of fun and games. The workings of societies and systems soar the heart, spring the spirit. The bum outsiders know all and change is always needed and all unentrenched minions are never wont to not be open for the better worlds that await…..and await with dreamy fervor.
A simple game to get from A to B. The world changes. It sways in ways honorable and profound. Except when it does not. Those of good will are always wished well by those of good will. The guns matter…. all manner and stripe. The rancid little polka dot guns of simple salvation matter. Bang bang you are a dumb bastard.
Two views on things that are newly minted……an analysis of Italy….The grand Italians…..a tear for the structure and questions that seem to bear thought and warrant refection.
In The New Yorker. Booted by Tim Parks
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2011/04/11/110411crat_atlarge_parks
The great paeans to the social tools of the new world. May they be so wonderful.
New York Review of Books
The Internet: For better or for Worse By Steve Coll
http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2011/apr/07/internet-better-or-worse/
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Sing me no sad songs…..my heart bleeds for the joys of sin
I get up in the morning and seek the world I’m in…..
Marl Milian on CNN.com
http://www.cnn.com/2011/TECH/mobile/03/31/google.face/index.html?iref=allsearch
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……..They came to me in the night and and demanded that I do my bidding
One can get worn down by the processes of governance. One can get overly drunk on the the grand personas of grand personas. The derivatives of hell, the myopic mind numbing incandescent devils of the once upon a sweethearts parade, these flights of fancy, your favorite fido and my favorite slug of a useless star and hero….what better than to love the ones we love, act out on the ones we act out, drama the dramas of our time.
Its the stupid, stupid.
Its the ideology stupid.
Its the veneer of fine wine.
Bouncing heads spring out of a captivating music box…
The passing parade.
In Vanity Fair
Doubtful Accomplishments
Hubris Maximus: V.F.’s 2010 Cavalcade of Unforgettable Regrettables
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/yearinreview/hubris-maximus-20101
The ubiquitous Trump. Who can resist. The entertaining monkey as megalomaniac.
On Mediaite
by Mark Joyella
Lust Games / Void Games / Politics 
And now the dawn looks bright
Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized with tags Commentary, Government, political commentary, political education, political fiction, politics, power, Public interest, Social Sciences on April 19, 2011 by B SchiffThen and again. Always then and again. Always the mystique of humanity in flux. Always the mystique of humanity traversing the problems of existence in ways practical, necessary, burdening, resting.
Invitations to commingle with the fates come upon us often and we get mellow at the thought. Forever the mysteries of the fair and noble society haunts our aspirations and our dreams. Up from the muck comes our climb. Up from the muck comes the climb of those who see in their own betterment the betterment for all, those who see in the ordered world the safe havens for all, those who see in the world held as a beacon a standard for all. We have our aspirations, our lusts, our meaningful diversions. We have our firm foundations of good moral backbone and glorious antecedents in whose memory we cherish the fight. Honor. Always honor. The gods appreciate honor.
Talking points: The Week Magazine
New York Times Book Review
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/17/books/review/book-review-the-origins-of-political-order-by-francis-fukuyama.html?_r=1&nl=books&emc=booksupdateema3
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