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Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel …. Installment 1

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Installment 1

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power

A Novel

Time a strange longing myth. The world an art. Muses watch blandly from the sidelines. The kill is the winning bastard, chasing down the scurrying flock. From the weight of sin, noble honor, comes a tempered stew that radiates out from the sinews and muscles of poor challenging bastards; that radiates out from hubris, aggression, want.

Mean and lust are tempo. Conflict urges towards damnation, urges towards the visceral thrills of the rewards of power.

She is quite the sensual, wondrous toy who transpires through time, through dimension. Quite the user, the hustler, the seer, the queen. Quite the mystery who comes up in myth and mist.

Cynicism is wrapped in soft cloth. Truth floats through gauzy mists. There is fear, intimidation, loss. There is ecstasy, the traps of history, of identity, of will, of territory, of belief. There is passion. There is wisdom. There are kills, histories with long roots, many mothers, unyielding fathers. There are neon lit nights and strong doses of tough. There are memories, cold hard facts.

Actions, taken through time are taken by those who are the prisoners of an uneasy chase, prisoners of the ghosts of wily survival. Motion follows paths easing towards searing savagery and redemption. Many walk in uneasy terrain. The kill is the winning bastard, chasing down the scurrying flock. Beauty, honor, revenge show dangerous enticement, coming sometimes hard, sometimes not at all. Honor, freedom, power, will, rush through the thickets of deadly time.

Conflict urges towards damnation, urges towards the visceral thrills of the rewards of power. There is dismissiveness, domination, fears of power, the traps of circumstance, will, cynicism, of want.

Swirling plays for the depths of men’s souls stir the chase. Swirling plays for power and greed stir the games at hand. There is sustenance in the drinking up of the brew offered by the tainted mixes of hunger and reserve, the tainted mixes of driven characters in cool focused rage.

Swirls of action and consequence run frolicsome charges through roads taken by those weak enough to pursue them. Pursuits of harsh base pleasures and purposes provide a world of gamesmanship, sorrow. There are enticing, foggy, predatory pasts. Life is full. It harbors heightened existence, clashes of will, of instinct.

A stark landscape is created, one that does that which it has to do, that forges that which it has to forge, that sets up that which it has to set up.

Death seeks his muse.

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Richard Kenny developed his modicum of veneer. He used it on the broken who had money to spend as they wiled away looking rich, empty, bored and rusty. It was the easy buck, like dealing seconds. Richard Kenny was left to fend for himself with nothing save his momma’s good looks, his daddy’s cunning. Spread out, rancid, tired, Richard Kenny’s women who weren’t there broke the dreams of those who were and all were enjoined. Sweet, sweet Amy, my dear little Babe.

Sweet Amy was always leverage, was always neutralized. Cheap bastards always knew their names, Richard Kenny, Amy, sweet, sweet Amy. Cheap bastards knew they kept their own council, traveled light through rancid jungles of open pits of open sores.

Richard Kenny looked for the ravages of weakness, took pleasure in watching gerbils squirm.

Richard Kenny’s entry. The sweet sense of nastiness, the odor of disdain. All of the men at the table of Richard Kenny’s life found Richard Kenny a shield to covet, a bastard to savage.

In 1942, in New York City, Richard Kenny was trying very hard to get out of the army. There were no fruits for his labors. He was sorry. Richard Kenney wanted out from the bottom side of an existence that had since lost its glamorous facade. Richard Kenney did not want to continue associations with the people with whom he had been associated.

Fuck the deranged lunatics.

Little Addie, this Hitler idiot was a damn menace to the damned world, no sense of proportion, no reason. The world was made up of an abundance of damn suckers. Any crazy asshole who knew how to make the suckers jump up and down in their cages could make a fine little life for himself. Little fuck Addie, this Hitler idiot, only confirmed Richard Kenny’s beliefs.

Little fuck Addie, this Hitler idiot, and his goose assed , crazed fuck assed friends knew all the games that Richard Kenny, his friends knew so well, learned so well, taught so well. All of the neat little fuck assed tricks learned dealing with the other fuck assed suckers in his damned sweet rides through the piss holes of the Western World…Richard Kenny knew them well, taught them well.

Little fuck Addie, this Hitler idiot, and all his crazed fuck assed goose assed friends were stench, bad medicine, bad assholes, Jew baiters, bad mean grief, medicine, bad assed times. Richard Kenny. The world could fuck itself silly. Richard Kenny could fuck himself silly.

Despite his best efforts and great resources Richard Kenny was inducted into the Army in the spring of 1943.

He was shipped south. He had to employ some of the tactics and friends of his New York associations. Too many certain southern gentlemen and others, in fond and happy anticipation, were filled with thrills at the thought of having a one hundred percent New York Jew boy at their disposal. That this was the way of things Richard Kenny knew. He was in a position, however, to make the certain southern gentlemen and others sorry that they disliked him so.

In the fall of 1943 Richard Kenny and his fuck assed friends were shipped overseas, were dispatched to be stationed in the south of England. Richard Kenny was training for he knew not what, for purposes for which he cared exceedingly less. Admiral Dewey, Black Jack Pershing, friggin’ Winston friggin’ Churchill, that crazy man, Macarthur, Jimmy Doolittle and his whole bunch of damned friggin’ Flying Tigers, fuck assed strutting Montgomery and all of the friggin’ British Tommies lying end to end on their god damned limey stained ass stained bellies couldn’t make god damned Richard Hymie Kharnovski give two shits about this god damned war.

Richard Kenny was not of the mind to allow some damned yo-yo of a Kraut paperhanger be the cause of him breathing his last breath in some god damned stinking European stink hole.

The goddamned krauts ought to have their goddamned asses mangled just for getting Richard Kenny into this goddamned mess. The goddamned Japs should also rot in fuck assed, rotten, saki hell.

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I, of course, stand for freedom

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Nullification, nullification, my dreams are you.

Nullification, nullification, you love me too.

Laws are made for suckers … suckers without a gun.

Laws are made for accomodators, supporters of the social contract.

The social contract is made for those who have not the will to avoid being sublimated.

I’ll live by my own way of thinking and subject myself to my own vision.

If you don’t like it I’ve got the guts and glory to make you.

I am nothing if not intimidating.

I, of course, stand for freedom…. my freedom.

Democracy does not.

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The "To the ramparts" Suite

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The “To the ramparts” Suite

The only time it matters is when the mirror tells them so

Intransigence sells where it sells. Staunch ideology sells where it sells. The power of those who know how to access their way to corner the system goes to those who know how to access their way to corner the system. Their voters, supporters like that they get heard, like that they beat down godless heathens, like the sweet smell of success, excess. like their moments in the putrid sun, like being able to pull wings off of flies with impunity and immunity.

The lair of the devil is the lair of the devil. The homes of the devil are the homesof the devil. The devil don’t listen to the scum that it derides…. it is a message free zone of puffed up chests and driven rancor…. with love.

To beard the lion one must beard the lion. To break down the reasons one must cling to in order to protect their turf one must make them weak reasons….preaching to the heavenly choir of good don’t cut it.

If fools are fools then the only time it matters is when the mirror tells them so.

Jam it if you want it

The killers never go away. They just hide until they can manipulate events and things so that they can be the eternal enforcers. Sainthood and hatred are very good fuel for working this out.

Killers probe and probe and probe and probe … a constant technological, digital, emotional, fear smelling assault, probe. There are always ways in. There are always ways out. There are always happy little damned suckers and flighty little dancers. There are always those in the good grace of God.

Never see moderation through the hazes of hope, logic and exhaustion. Wishing on a star is nice but disappointing. Jam it if you want it.

Rule is what is longed for

To be a real grown up is to be a tough son of a b. The demented poor poor moderates are there and not, OK and not, passionless and not, unable to counter all full-sides from the scowling right, the indignant left, those with grit in their soused middle.

Tough, smart, authoritative and demeaning…. the happy hamsters of the middle never see nonsense for nonsense, never show up nonsense for nonsense …. never deal with bratty children or over weened teenagers as bratty children or over weened teenagers.

Who will smack down the smackers… vilify the vilifiers … make trivial the trivializers, demand not plead …. be skeptical not caressing, like governance not rule.

Rule is what is longed for… not long ago and far away. Governance is for losers.

I love power

Happy are those who love the freedom to be.

Happy are those who love the freedom to be free of law and structure and stricture and all around bad vibes brought to bear by those who are enemies mine.

Laws are made for picking and choosing and democracy means never having to abide by the sanctions of government and institutions run by the enemies of my right to be me.

Power stems from the barrel of a gun.

I can intimidate and threaten as the whim hits.

Power comes from the barrel of a gun.

I love power.

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Guns Suite

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Guns lll: Shoot the messenger. Love the joy of the trigger.

Why give up any power at all when the world fears you, the tough guys love you, the defenders of hearth and home have you as a champion, you can make public people dance and sing and look like weak kneed little toadies and scared little jack rabbits afraid to confront the criminals within?

Why dialogue and synthesize positions when yours can be contaminated by all of the people you hate and mistrust, who don’t understand poor little you, who you could take out to the woodshed and have for breakfast?

Why give voice to a worm?

Non extremism in the face of a mitigation of power is a path of a chump.

Desperate times are time to double down.

Shoot the messenger. Love the joy of the trigger.

Guns IV. Be truly sincere.

Cry and sob. Weep and bay. Simper. Be dumb another day.

Scold and shame. Clinch teeth and damn. The world gives inconvenient things at times.

Watch the baby. Watch the rhyme. Watch the games of slaying for time.

Be staunch. Be brave. Be truly sincere. Be troubled. Be anxious. Be the enemy of fear.

Be the wise old head. Be a of gravitas earned. Be the paragon of virtue.

Knee jerks. Flee jerks. Have the fight.

Take its steam.

Have power that does not wane.

The sheep always run scared.

“Don’t tread on me” boy.

It is good to be a militia man. It is good to “live free or die”. “Don’t tread on me” boy. I bite. I am tough. I stand tall and work fast.

“Don’t tread on me” boy. I bite. I hate. I sneer. I know weak and mean, obstinate and confiscatory, the devil when I see it. Governments are for chumps. The state is the enemy. Enemies in power are the enemy. There is the one way to run a state. And only then with my gun to back it up.

They all hate me. They hate my rough hewn independence. They hate my willingness to fight shadows and my ability to see enemies domestic and foreign no matter how insignificant or cherished by me. It is good to be able to define an enemy. It is good to be judge and jury, executioner and savior.

“Don’t tread on me” boy. It is right to be right. Right to be of honor. It is right to fight evil … the evil that traps my soul, makes me associate with traitors and those not of God. It is right to stave off the constant charge of the mock rational and facetious schemers who wish to talk away my freedom.

There is always the great equalizer against the damning hordes. The bigger the bang, the more intimidated the enemy … the easier to mark my territory and to control my state, my territory … my way, God’s way, the highway.

To scare and cower evil as it seeks to destroy my way of being. That is a standard of manhood. There is no higher order.

Guns V: The logic of love

Without assault guns there could be no massive clips to use.

Without assault guns and massive clips to use there could be no threat from assault guns and massive clips to use.

Without no massive threat from assault guns and massive clips to use there could be no real use for armed guards and armed camps of citizen soldiers here there and everywhere protecting us from assault guns and massive clips.

Without armed guards and armed camps and armed arms there could be no push for the armed camps of like minded heroes who wish to live free or die and wish to have the right to accept or reject the law as they wish to see fit.

The logic of love.

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The only time it matters is when the mirror tells them so

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire, writing with tags analysis, Authoritarianism, Authority, Critical thinking, Democracy, Government, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, politics, power on January 9, 2013 by B Schiff

If fools are fools then the only time it matters is when the mirror tells them so.

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A bone for the wise and mature….end of story

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The merry politicos who believe in their beliefs believe in their beliefs because they are bound for glory and because a true belief is a wonderful platform from which to enjoy hate, spew bile and pollute the ether. It is good to be a Knight Templar or a guardian of the nether worlds.

Problems are problems and problems cause grief. There is no real grief where there is no real urgency. There is only grief as show, grief as theater, grief as water horse for the power hungry and those of intellectual conceit who are smarter than mud.

When the urge to win is the urge of choice then the urge to win is the play of choice. When the urge to be a standard bearer for the one true way is the urge to sparkle and shine and be covered with the coat of many peevish swans of self righteousness then that is the coat to wear.

When the urge to get something done is an urge to get something done then bull dogs bulldog and they do the doable with the urge to get the bone.

The bone of the doable is a bone for the wise and mature….end of story.

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Freedom Suite

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FREEDOM SUITE

Stand tall and secede

With no skin in the game there is no skin in the game.

With no fame in the game there is no fame in the game.

With no game in the game the blame in the game is for the lame in the game who have to play the sane in the game.

The sane in the game are the lame in the game who have to answer to the tame in the game who wish not to put a flame to the game.

The flame to the game is no shame to the game as the flame to the game is the flame of freedom.

Stand tall and secede.

Tired of godless socialists

Tired of godless socialists. Tired of mushy moderates and weak kneed bleeding hearts. Tired of know it all elites who at least believe in learning, discussion, rationality and discourse. Tired of all of the knee jerk devils that seem to get automatic currency in this the age of dumb and dumber, adolescence as a high water mark.

Tired of the scopes of the human mind and the human heart walled off from examination by poor put upon haters who know bad secular brazen degenerates when they see them. Tired of pots calling kettles without pots being labeled worse.

How about fascistic theocratic enforcers and intimidaters for laws of liking. Deniers and resisters of laws rejected. Night riders free to take on an enemy government. My way or the highway when my strength is up and my aim is true. Enemies … I know who and where you are. Freedom for me to be free to do with you as I wish.

Lets all play house together.

In the general culture it is quite hard to aspire to those top rungs of achievement in which ones dreams are met and ones follies are taken off of the table and forgotten due to the mastery of skills acquired.

Years of labor and self denial are required in order to shape oneself in the image of fate and rocket towards immortality by way of the presentation of the perfect marriage of the divine and the sordid, the visceral and the ephemeral, the notable and the mundane.

Public personas come and go and the shining lights of force, awe, manipulation, drive, sensitivity, pain all emanate well from the class of achievers who define the public conversions, conversations.

The templates are hard to come by. The rages of purity hard to achieve. Respect is hard fought for and auras of respect drive the chase for excellence.

It is the grand respect for, embrace of, mythification of the dumb and the lewd, the loud and the diffident, the passionate drones and the deniers, debunkers of rational thought or critical examination that champions the aspirations of those who seek to be worthy.

Tis the new age of yellowing gold. The perfect vessels of standing and hierarchy are those who worm their ways into the forms of the dead adrift upon the sea of void.

The intoxicating sea of void.

The cover to kill

It is assumed that everyone loves and admires the doctors’ oath of “do no harm” and the attendant philosophies of life involved.

It is assumed that everyone loves and admires the sound epoch of grandeur that is brought to fore by public and private actors who know harm when they see it and who know responsibility to behave well when it is thrust upon them.

It is assumed that everyone loves and admires good works and cultural magnificence, a society with standards of positive achievement, a world of straw spun to gold. Our public stars offer us this service. They present fairy tale and definition … the philosophies, the philosophers, the death of reason, the rise of faith, the mountains of distinguished thought and soul searching excess.

It is assumed that everyone loves and admires the heathens who reform, the devils who sprout wings, the dragon slayers who win.

“To live and do well” is a pretense for weak thinkers or selfless floggers who are socialistic, fascistic, vain, self righteous. They are the enemy. It is only through the competing interests of me that the system can function and that one can get the cover to kill.

Listen to them talk and reason, sing fling and and warble their arias of divine intervention. Squeeze the freedom of movement out of the equations of action.Be the devil wrangler.

Be iconic and do no harm.

The political plan.

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Guns Suite

Posted in Commentary, current events, Guns, News, opinion, Politics, satire, writing with tags Assault gun, Authoritarianism, Authority, Critical thinking, Democracy, Gun Control, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on January 3, 2013 by B Schiff

Guns lll: Shoot the messenger. Love the joy of the trigger.

Why give voice to a worm?

Non extremism in the face of a mitigation of power is a path of a chump.

Desperate times are time to double down.

Shoot the messenger. Love the joy of the trigger.

Guns IV. Be truly sincere.

Cry and sob. Weep and bay. Simper. Be dumb another day.

Scold and shame. Clinch teeth and damn. The world gives inconvenient things at times.

Watch the baby. Watch the rhyme. Watch the games of slaying for time.

Be staunch. Be brave. Be truly sincere. Be troubled. Be anxious. Be the enemy of fear.

Be the wise old head. Be a of gravitas earned. Be the paragon of virtue.

Knee jerks. Flee jerks. Have the fight.

Take its steam.

Have power that does not wane.

The sheep always run scared.

“Don’t tread on me” boy.

It is good to be a militia man. It is good to “live free or die”. “Don’t tread on me” boy. I bite. I am tough. I stand tall and work fast.

To scare and cower evil as it seeks to destroy my way of being. That is a standard of manhood. There is no higher order.

Guns V: The logic of love

Without assault guns there could be no massive clips to use.

Without assault guns and massive clips to use there could be no threat from assault guns and massive clips to use.

The logic of love.

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Stand tall and secede

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With no skin in the game there is no skin in the game.

With no fame in the game there is no fame in the game.

With no game in the game the blame in the game is for the lame in the game who have to play the sane in the game.

The sane in the game are the lame in the game who have to answer to the tame in the game who wish not to put a flame to the game.

The flame to the game is no shame to the game as the flame to the game is the flame of freedom.

Stand tall and secede.

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