Here there and everywhere. The world is overrun by the foreign other. The foreign other is an evil other who is stealth and quiet and who comes as a thief waiting, waiting, waiting to bite the hand that feeds, to ruin the new mother that suckles. The bad bad foreign other.
The proud defenders of the faith. Ah…the good for me is good for you. The right for me is right. Harmony requires the harmonic. Identity requires the identified. Live with me, be of me. Stand for the good and decent and pure, the right. Don’t tread on me. Don’t sing songs of change.
See saw. See saw. Up and down. Up and down. All the mean spirited dimwits. All the rotten thieves in the night. Stealing our heritage. Stealing identity. Meaning me harm. They are not like me. The interlopers interlope. The Knights of the round table defend the good. They are not of the civilized.
Here there and everywhere. They bring not to the table. They know nothing. Fractures. Separation. The whole is not a liquid thing. The whole is no boundaried mosaic, pieces separate and enclosed. The melders. Those standing uninvited. Who flips on who with goodness of spirit.and common respect? Not me.
European problems. Not like ours.
French Panel Debates Secularism and Islam
By STEVEN ERLANGER and MAÏA de la BAUME
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Lust Games / Void Games / Politics 
Dominance Games: They work the trenches
Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags Business, current events, economics, Education, Government, Lies damned lies and statistics, news, opinion, political commentary, political drama, politics, politics noir, Public interest, Righteousness, social criticism, writing on May 16, 2011 by B SchiffIn 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
The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.
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