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Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel …. Installment 2

Posted in books, dominance, Drama, fiction, literature, Mystery, political drama, political fiction, political novels, political science, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags Authoritarianism, Authority, Critical thinking, noir, political drama, politics noir, power on July 8, 2013 by B Schiff

Installment 2

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power

A Novel

There were foreign objects; there was pain. It was the 6th of fucking June.

On came Richard fucking Kenny and his fellow fucking brave hearts. On came God’s fucking crusade in some fucking death trap of a fucking landing craft in the fucking English fucking Channel just dying to help a bunch of fucked up, fuck assed fucking Frogs get their god damned, fucking fucked up fucking country back from some god damned, fucking fucked up fucking fuck assed crazy assed fucking goose assed stepping assed, fucking, rot in hell fucking Krauts.

Dreams for Richard fucking Kenny.

A putrid soldier’s dreams.

Richard fucking Kenny found himself with the first assault waves of American heroes climbing up the fucking beaches of fucking Normandy.

The young man next to Richard fucking Kenny on the fucking landing craft on the way to the fucking beach sang the praises of Christ the fucking Lord. The one next to him puked his fucking guts out. Richard fucking Kenny had not only come three thousand fucking miles to get his fucking ass blown off but he had to do it with some fucking idiot’s fucking puke all over his fucking gear and some other fucking idiot singing the fucking praises of Christ the fucking lord in his fucking ear.

Richard fucking Kenny was very fucking agitated, disgusted about the whole fucking thing. He was fucking annoyed. He would, he thought, have, at least, died a happier goddamned fucking death if he was sliced and diced by one of his old fucking playmates and left to bleed to death in some god damned fucking stink hole puddle in some god damned fucking stink hole alley behind some god damned fucking, rotten assed, fucking greasy spoon.

His god damned, fucking father, where ever the fuck he was must be turning over in his god damned, fucking grave at the thought of his only fucking son running around with a bunch of fucking red necked fucking bloody fucking American he-men about to fucking charge good old fucking Europe, from whence his god damned, fucking father ran, to play god damned, fucking wonder soldier, god damned brave fucking wonder fucking hero.

Kraut soldiers were without bitter appreciation.

Richard fucking Kenny hit the beach on the shores very early in the fucking morning.

The fucking Kraut soldiers did not want to lose precious ground. They wanted Richard fucking Kenny and his fucking friends to be fucking dead. They appreciated fucking greatness, not Richard fucking Kenny. Little fucking Addie Kraut was their mad fucking fool. He was strong.

A wonder fucking soldier, wearing his spiffy little super duper little fucking uniform and traveling fucking on, Richard fucking Kenny was a thrill a minute. Richard fucking Kenny was getting his fucking tail shot at pretty fucking good. This day was to Richard fucking Kenny was a particular pain in the ass.

Richard fucking Kenny in the middle of a fucking, stinking, dirty, fucking, fuck assed, fucking foxhole in the middle of the fucking, stinking, dirty, fucking fuck assed screw assed fucking war.

Richard fucking Kenny became a dirty, fucking hero, another fucking smart assed, wise assed fucking wise guy, wise assed fucking savior.

Two fucking throwbacks to some fucking simian past. Two fucking, anti-Semitic, anti-human, sub-human fucking throwbacks. Richard fucking Kenny killed seven fucking Krauts. Richard Kenny knocked off a fucking Kraut machine gun nest

Richard fucking Kenny barely stopped himself from killing the two fucking southern fucking fuck assed fucking throwbacks to some fucking simian past, the two fucking, anti-Semitic, anti-human, sub-human fucking southern throwbacks. He saved his fucking outfit.

The lieutenant who was barely fucking alive only by grace of God and the captain who was half dead were both fucking very fucking happy that Richard fucking Kenny didn’t kill all of their own fucking wonder soldiers. They were both exceptionally proud that Richard fucking Kenny was a member of their, this man’s, fucking Army. They were most certainly overwhelmed. Richard fucking Kenney was their great fucking hope.

Richard fucking Kenny was put upon the god damned fucking earth to do great things, to fuck rotten fucking ladies, to be sharp as a tack, twice as mean. He loved to save the lives of the fucking wonderful who would be very happy to hang his happy little fucking New York fucking assed neck from a god damned fucking cross when he was back in the god damned fucking fuck assed States. Richard fucking Kenny just wanted to jump up and down and salute the god damned fucking good old fucking red, white and fucking blue’s best fucking examples of fucking class.

* * * * * * * * * *

Richard fucking Kenny demeaned dangled leaden calves, gave up on dangled fucking leaden losers. He jack assed backward through the straights of hell. Sanguine, straight, Richard fucking Kenny jack assed backward through low dealers, low weasels, low wants, low fucking kills.

The All fucking American fucking boy was not something Richard fucking Kenny could put up with too much longer. Richard fucking Kenny reveled in his own fucking wonder. He was fucking proud that he had saved the lives of all of the fucking red necked fucking fuck assed fucking hicks. Richard fucking Kenny was tired, very, very tired, and he didn’t want the All fucking American fucking boy to wake up one fucking morning and turn on Richard fucking Kenny when Richard fucking Kenny wasn’t fucking looking

Many forms, many shapes the All fucking American fucking hero. He said many different fucking things. He was sure to turn into a no good fucking asshole sooner or later. Poor Richard fucking Kenny.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the fucking war.

He survived it. The first day, the first day off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the second day, the second day off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the third day.

Richard Kenny survived the fourth day.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the first fucking month off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the first fucking year off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the fucking war.

* * * * * * * * * *

Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy. Amy Lucille to the young men and women of pride and honor. Amy Lucille to those who sought the glint in her radiant brown eyes shining brightly as she allowed company with the sons and daughters of manners and property. She, Amy Lucille, able to touch their hearts vigorously, in worship and adoration.

Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy was that which could make life worth living, a shining beacon apart from all others of a peculiar conflagration of will, of a peculiar conflagration of mood, a treasure, Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy. She wished to be the ideal to which all fine young dreamers might aspire, who did not let the pedestal upon which she found herself not allow her to not do what she must.

The giver of sunshine and shadow, the purveyor of pleasure and pain. The killer of mothers, the lovers of fathers, the seductress of aunts and uncles. The touch, the brush, the sweet, sweet kiss, the dear, sweet caress. Amy, sweet, sweet Amy. The nectars, the juices of sweet, sweet existence. How sweet, sweet Amy craved. How she craved. Sweet, sweet Amy.

Sweet, smart Amy. Amy, sweet, sweet Amy could only think of thighs and such and water her lips with the tip of her tongue. Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy could only think of sighs and such and water her lips with the tip of her tongue. The sweet, sweet lovers of sweet, sweet Amy, sweetly, sweetly maimed, murdered, before sweet, sweet Amy could ever again enjoy their sweet, sweet pleasures.

The lures of those who fondled, the lures of those who craved, Amy, sweet, sweet Amy would live to crave a thousand lives. The sweet, sweet lovers of sweet, sweet Amy, sweetly, sweetly maimed, murdered, before sweet, sweet Amy could ever again enjoy their sweet, sweet pleasures.

She was the last best hope of daunting sin, Amy.

Some men died for love, Sweet Amy figured. Some men died for money, Sweet Amy figured. Some just wanted freedom from ghosts, dead spirits, evil, she figured. Some took the path of least resistance. Some, the last alternative to life.

Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy.

She baited, she cooed, Amy. She laughed, she darted. She promised lusts with her lips, said goodbye with her hips, Amy. She was a gift given, Amy. Her lips inspired trust, her voice aching want, Amy. She drew hearts out as a magnet, Amy. She drew spirits with ferocious fire. The sweetness. The contempt.

Get to a strong man, a weak man, a smart man, Amy figured. Make a magic wand, Amy figured. A turn of the screw, she figured. A way in, a way out. Will to will, strength to strength. Strength to weakness, guile, subtlety. Amy knew the equations well. Worked them well.

* * * * * * * * * *

Memory is a sometimes wisp of smoke, a fog that traps those who wish to run with the fires and furies of the whirlwinds that spin dangerously amidst the cunning who understand the fragility of the soul and the meanness of the spirit. There are those deep and dear and those of substance and depth are often taken for granted and given rides to test the waters of eerie endeavor and feel the heat of vile creatures.

Characters that spring upon the hidden planes of existence, hidden planes of attack may be of an interesting kind, may be of a rancid, sinister kind and play in dominance, survival, and find themselves oriented to the mysteries of life with stories following around roots and edifices, movements through time and fate. Dreams and drama induce momentous rides and searing portraits of self and season.

My world is a wanton place with playthings in long spacious corridors angling in to slice and vanquish as they present their great homage to prosperity and glitter.

She was the last best hope of daunting sin, Amy.

She drew hearts out as a magnet, Amy.

She drew spirits with ferocious fire.

Purges were purges.

Amy screwed Death for eternity and Death took Amy as his own.

Amy screwed Death for eternity and Amy took as Death her own.

Somewhere in her passions she fused with fulfillment.

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Democracy is a nice word

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, Fascism, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags Anti-intellectualism, Authoritarianism, Critical thinking, Democracy, Government, media, Oligarchy, political satire, power on July 8, 2013 by B Schiff

Democracy is a nice word

Democracy is a nice word. It is the mantra and savior of all us like minded advanced folk who believe in the old dictum that it is the worse kind of political system save all others …… whether we are democratic liberal heroes or sympathizers with the holiness of it all.

Much like those who would concern themselves with the birth of a child prior to its delivery … but not after ….. the true heartfelt democrats cascading far and wide in the advanced circles of human endeavor are believers in the word, the process, the fairness of it all but care little for the making and keeping of the structures, the systems, the belief systems that would ensure that a democratically formed order of magnitude and grace would not vote itself to be the freely elected enforcers of pleasant despotism, philosopher kings, oligarchies, theocracies, final lords and masters.

Power sought is power sought. Those who are constrained by the seminal arch of the rainbow of democracy will seek power within and under the umbrella of such a lovely arch. Once in place and in positions of hallowed legitimacy there is always the path to reshape the system into a happier vehicle for the exercising of one’s own divine will.

The will to power does not a democrat make. An imbalance of powers within a system does not a democracy ensure. Democracies flourish when they are too tough to steal or when those in position to exercise the fruits of their crook-hood don’t as they have an allegiance to the sloppy, rotten system that got them there.

Don’t bet the barn on the latter.

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Give it up suckers. They are smarter and tougher than you and they keep on coming

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, Fascism, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags Anti-intellectualism, Authoritarianism, Critical thinking, Government, media, political commentary, political satire, power on June 30, 2013 by B Schiff

Give it up suckers. They are smarter and tougher than you and they keep on coming

Anti intellectualism, oligarchy, whip hands and feelings of being a poor, poor put upon hard working, sensationally pure and pristine comatose majority of heaven sent bashers and well wishers ….. this is the holy city on the hill … the self image of the most pure and righteous of Americans as they toil in their fields and vineyards of cry babying and festering dislike …… while they push forward the envelope to constantly take power and powers from those that don’t deserve it and constantly give power and powers to those that do.

We need to set the stage right so that the right kind of people, the right kind of government can take over the right kind of game and meet out the right kind of proper redress to /and form the right kind of proper caste system.

Absent an all out assault upon entrenched rancid defenders of the old archaic, devalued order of powers stolen from their rightful owners then slowly putting the frog of illusory protections from scum into the fires of slick assed slogans and fanciful hates will allow heaven to triumph and the right boots to be heeled upon the right throats.

Give it up suckers. They are smarter and tougher than you and they keep on coming. They know the game.

Don’t cry when no one cares …. when you’re clubbed over the head and are totally useless if existing at all.

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The poor little lefties and centrists don’t have the stomach for it

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire, Uncategorized with tags Authoritarianism, Authority, Critical thinking, Democracy, Government, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on May 23, 2013 by B Schiff

The poor little lefties and centrists don’t have the stomach for it

Bullies go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

Those prone to self righteous fervor and aggressive interpretations of the wonderfulness of their bared teeth and insipid bark go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

Those who are sure to favor the weakening of the peons and their begging for bread go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

Those who like to smack and run, scream and hiss, keep the show for the home crowd and the rabble and wave the flags of fists and marches go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

Those who like to spit blood and brandish the fight for the fight is what it is about, the fight is the perennial weapon, go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

Those who are mean of spirit and dead of heart and rotten to the core go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

Those who don’t get smacked down and put in their place and made defensive and weak go on the offensive and keep going, keep going, keep going.

The poor little lefties and centrists don’t have the stomach for it.

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The Loyal Opposition

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, Fascism, gun control, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized with tags Authoritarianism, Authority, Critical thinking, Democracy, Government, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on May 20, 2013 by B Schiff

The Loyal Opposition

They scare

Angry reactionaries with guns spouting time worn simplistic crowd pleasers appealing to the base natures of our existence. How lovely.

Angry reactionaries with guns spouting time worn simplistic crowd pleasers appealing to the dreams of mean haters who love the ideas of problem solving with the barrel of a gun or just a plain old beating to within an inch of one’s life. How droll.

Angry reactionaries with guns spouting time worn simplistic crowd pleasers appealing to the snarky dim wittedness of those who are self satisfied, self indulgent self aggrandizers who would diminish anyone with a rational thought or a brain that uses judgement. Spit.

Angry reactionaries with guns spouting time worn simplistic crowd pleasers appealing to the mob and the fascists among us to ruin democracy and eternally kick ass. Our future.

They scare.

Butch I am. Bang. Bang.

Butch I am.

Butch I’ll be.

Butch is that which makes me free.

Kill them all.

Knock ’em dead.

Time is mine.

I lay in bed.

I dream the dream.

I think the thought.

Tough as nails and in your face

My life is full of wisdom and grace

The suns comes up

The sun goes down

I am the one who brings the frown

Butch I am

Butch I’ll be

Puff and tough

I ain’t got nobody

Just the right to be butch

I’ll stare you down

Shout you down

Scare you down

Muscle you down

Wimp you out

I am the thriller, the killer, the beacon of might

You the road kill

Butch I am

Bang. Bang.

Only the strong hate right

Watch as the sneerers get sneered at and the bullies get bullied. Watch as the worm attempts to turn but cannot as the raging hormones of the true believers and ideologues fight the fight of whining, winning, killing, owning, breaking, burying

Killing for killing’s sake. Power for power’s sake. Breaking for breaking’s sake. Owning for owning’s sake. Stomping the devil for the sake of stomping the devil. Arms and the man. Swords and the woman. The ferocity and bared teeth. Fight for freedom. Freedom means mine ….protected by me. Good ole’ intimidation works. I bite. I kick. I rage. Democracy ain’t freedom. Week kneed accomodators and mealy mouthed chiselers. Like to force them to the ground. Eat dirt. Cry for mama. Feels good. Only the strong hate right.

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Good minds are drowned out and put to rest

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Good minds are drowned out and put to rest

The arguments go round and round. The snipers snipe with putrid gusto. The sharp shameless redactors spring into action and show off their muscle over manner, their heft over honor, their mayhem over all.

Hail to the cracker jack actors, intimidators, thugs, self satisfied shooters. Hail to the toothless wonders who know that eating brain food makes you liberal. Hail to the stakes, the snakes of the century, the wizards, the wrestlers of mean and morality as we chomp our way through tough guys and tough guys. A nation of tough guys. Stand for tough. Get paid to blow.

Minus minds and negative gravity open up the world to the skill sets of the vegetable deprived. No there there. Only fake and bake.

Good minds are drowned out and put to rest. They are boring and peevish and not grounded in hate.

Un-American.

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Such a legacy is for pontificators and elites only

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire, Uncategorized with tags Authoritarianism, Critical thinking, Democracy, Education, Government, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on May 4, 2013 by B Schiff

Such a legacy is for pontificators and elites only

Serious people doing serious business. Serious folk seeking gravitas and wisdom and a manner of honed honor. Serious clowns with serious snark smirking at serious counsels of seriously short snafus of the constructive kind.

Aimless aimers hoping for the general mantel of leadership of rag tag armies of wretched puffed up chargers on steeds of white and mists of yellow. The fakes and the fakers who do anything save think and contemplate and define the world in the lights of their aggression. Seeing past ones nose is for four eyed intellectuals who have no innards and who scoff a lot.

No one of talent can make a case for bullsh… being seen as bullshi…..and no one of talent can make a case for being a force against bullshi…. No one of talent who must be reckoned with.

Such jobs went out with the fadings of the myths of propriety gained after the last great crusade of the past generation … the trials of war and peace of the WWII years and such gone by ….. Such a legacy is for pontificators and elites only.

So they say.

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Compensation, wealth, influence, power

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Compensation, wealth, influence, power

All love democracy save for those who can do something to enforce it, make it viable, efficient, responsible, purposeful, representative and free from being rigged or tilted, maneuvered, influenced or played.

All love democracy save for those who love the structural advantages of gerrymandering, the arcane advantages of senate hostage taking, the legislative advantages of vote rigging and game bending, the mouthy paeans to respect for a minority that comes with the power grabbers and serial haters.

All love democracy save for those who know that the middle is not where to gain a power base and that a power base comes best from those who can turn the vulnerabilities of a system to their own best advantage through passion, hate, ownership of sainted souls, intimidation, fear, want.

All love democracy save for those who cannot benefit greatly from its fates, practices, vagaries and misdemeanors. Politicians are professionals after all. Professionals seek compensation, wealth, influence, power, diminished returns for rivals.

All love democracy save for those who are co0nstricted by its very thought.

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Dominance Games: Human understanding is for the charlatan

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire, Uncategorized with tags analysis, economics, Education, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on May 8, 2012 by B Schiff

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Just plain insipid. The once proud understanding of educated men and women and the once proud respect garnered for same has happily gone the way of all mangled rotting flesh.

The once proud understanding of educated men and women and the once proud respect garnered for same has happily become a laugh line, a cultural divide, a political power play, an attempt to give mission creep to anything of the arts and humanities any such playthings of the corrupt idle.

Those naive enough to think that good solid liberal, classical arts is a prerequisite for those in positions of vision, management, power and scum so that they could read the vicissitudes of life and understand the nature of the human soul…. we know now that such things have also gone the way of all mangled flesh, lost forever to the stars, relics of an obtuse antiquity. The star of today knows better than to be dirtied by the craven.

This false past is for the decadent. This false past is for the step stools of life, the grabbers and the lazy. Human understanding is for the charlatan.

There is much offered the world by success. Success has no length and breadth. It has only force.

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