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Dominance Games: Democracy for lovers

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2011 by B Schiff

Goodness and mercy are not always goodness and mercy.  Hope and dreams are not always hope and dreams.  The goodly heroes are not always plaster saints.

On our terms things are not always on our terms.

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.

We love it dearly and cherish it completely.  And we understand it as well.

Ideas

Joe Klein in Time

http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2068607,00.html

From  The Weekly Standard

http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/015/854xppnl.asp

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Book Info

Posted in Politics, writing with tags , , , , , , , on May 7, 2011 by B Schiff

politics, news, commentary

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Books

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel

Back alleys. Aphrodisiacs. Sweet honor, power, revenge. A hard, tough country with life full, intimidation fast, heat coming as a whippet, a whirlwind. A hard cynical little novel. 50,000 words. Dominance Games. A dirty rapt primer. a mean searing little story. Intimidation stalks time and decades. A tempered stew radiates out from the sinews and muscles of longing and regret.

http://www.amazon.com/Dominance-Games-Essay-Power-ebook/dp/B004SHEV74/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_cart_2

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/39291

Lust Games: An Essay on Honor A Novel

Honor; the wicked master. Redemption, the tough and unforgiving act. Lust; the wicked mistress. Death. Legacies. A heathen home. Paradise lost. Lust driven temptresses. Besotted clowns. Worlds in flux. Cynical chiselers, power hungry bastards, low rent power vacuums. Integrity. Victory. Two lovers. A muse. Lust Games: an Essay on Honor, 58, 000 words. High rent parades of fools.

http://www.amazon.com/Lust-Games-Essay-Honor-ebook/dp/B004SHEX0Y/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2

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Lust Games: The pangs of past regret

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 7, 2011 by B Schiff

And again the night comes and the day breaks and the story unfolds.  And again the parties interact and the trends trend and at the bottom of the pile is that long lamented world gone by.  It was different then.  In ways that were special.  In ways that were good and sincere, lovely and tenacious.  Charm rang us awake.  Hope put us to sleep.  Things were better then.

The sun was brighter then. The days drifted with the clouds then and there was a smile in the air.  Bonds were stronger then.  Fabrics were tougher, more prone to endure.  Thoughts were more thoughtful then, more rational.  Principles were more principled .  The honorable were more honorable.

The laments of past foolishness hurt much deeper, then.  The pangs of past regret ran stronger.  The path from then to now was much clearer then, much clearer.  The virtues were more virtuous then.  The then was not as good.

Two from Harper’s Index

Harpers Index Feb 2011

Harpers Index April 2011

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/04/page/0013

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/02/page/0013

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Dominance Games: The pangs of past regret

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 7, 2011 by B Schiff

And again the night comes and the day breaks and the story unfolds.  And again the parties interact and the trends trend and at the bottom of the pile is that long lamented world gone by.  It was different then.  In ways that were special.  In ways that were good and sincere, lovely and tenacious.  Charm rang us awake.  Hope put us to sleep.  Things were better then.

The sun was brighter then. The days drifted with the clouds then and there was a smile in the air.  Bonds were stronger then.  Fabrics were tougher, more prone to endure.  Thoughts were more thoughtful then, more rational.  Principles were more principled .  The honorable were more honorable.

The laments of past foolishness hurt much deeper, then.  The pangs of past regret ran stronger.  The path from then to now was much clearer then, much clearer.  The virtues were more virtuous then.  The then was not as good.

Two from Harper’s Index

Harpers Index Feb 2011

Harpers Index April 2011

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/04/page/0013

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/02/page/0013

http://bschiff.com/   the rancid bastards ….. the true…..the dumb ……  the honored creed…..

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Dominance Games: The text of aggression needs daily editing

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2011 by B Schiff

Action.  Need, like and revere action.  The  milk of political debt.  The milk of political debauchery.  The tool against entrenched evil doers and holy gnomes.  We celebrate action.  Desperate for balance and control, we celebrate action.  Stack and attack the transgressors.  Usurp the trust heaven sent they cerebrally represent.

The avenging angel, the hidden conqueror, the mighty sword.  The punitive beast is always as the rotten bastards stand up and shout.  It is a cathartic thing and we wish mounds of it to spread.  We wish the absolutes.   Absolute power, a joy and pleasure.  Punishing power a prime factor in joy.  Heed the rumble rotten bastards.  Heed the rumble.

…the punisher cometh…he cometh hard.  the threat, the image, the fair warning…the vitality …. the life blood of certain restitution, redemption.

The text of aggression is a quiet text.  It needs daily editing.  We edit.

From Chris Cillizza  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-fix/post/wisconsin-recalls-hit-deadline-where-things-stand/2011/05/04/AFFVvQyF_blog.html

From  On Media  Politico

http://www.politico.com/blogs/onmedia/0511/WSJ_launches_WikiLeaks_rival.html?showall

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…..the thrill..

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The text of aggression needs daily editing

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2011 by B Schiff

Action.  Need, like and revere action.  The  milk of political debt.  The milk of political debauchery.  The tool against entrenched evil doers and holy gnomes.  We celebrate action.  Desperate for balance and control, we celebrate action.  Stack and attack the transgressors.  usurp the trust heaven sent they cerebrally represent.

The avenging angel, the hidden conqueror, the mighty sword.  The punitive best is always as the rotten bastards stand up and shout.  It is a cathartic thing and we wish mounds of it to spread.  We wish the absolutes.   Absolute power, a joy and pleasure.  Punishing power a prime factor in joy.  Heed the rumble rotten bastards.  Heed the rumble.

…the punisher cometh…he cometh hard.  the threat, the image, the fair warning…the vitality …. the life blood of certain restitution, redemption.

The text of aggression is a quiet text.  It needs daily editing.  We edit.

From Chris Cillizza  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-fix/post/wisconsin-recalls-hit-deadline-where-things-stand/2011/05/04/AFFVvQyF_blog.html

From  On Media  Politico

http://www.politico.com/blogs/onmedia/0511/WSJ_launches_WikiLeaks_rival.html?showall

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…..the thrill..

http://bschiffwork.wordpress.com/

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Dominance Games: Void Me

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 5, 2011 by B Schiff

To be the messenger of the gods and informed the uninformed newly.  To be a potion mixer, a torture fixer, a redoubtable waste of uninspiring talent.  To ramble, to indulge, to be facetious, fatuous and debonair.   Fix the story blindly and model it in perfume.  Be an eerie piece of dirt in the loving muck, a dainty charlatan and buffoon.

Touch me.  Feel me.  Make me over and give me breakfast.  Treat me with affection.  Cherish my gratitude.  Picture me my pictures.  Speak me my words.  Envelope me well.  I love a long night with its comforts and joys.

The right practice of right practice is upon us.  Users pay and the users play.  Users use and users tell.  The power is to the user.  The user knows … the constant user knows…the democratized user knows…the common among us know.  Through sham and pretense, claustrophobia and hype the world is awash with informed common sense keeping up appearances and keeping  down wretched excess….. it is one damned big rancid circus after all …  blessing the beasts and the children.

The mornings know.  The paths to hot and hell, cool and low, to slumber and back know.  The bored to death and the spoon fed sick slick know.    The monster never sleeps.  All is known.  All is seen.  Hardy shame for those who are not…… Vivaciousness is the key.  Vital organs are key.  Eyes here there and eyes everywhere…

It is good to be free and smart and basking in dumb enlightened in times of joyous rays of godlike sun.  Be a proud seeker of the holy grail.  Move me.  Feed me.  Fondle me.  Make me cry.  I learn because I am.

Patrick B. Pexton  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/a-journalists-no-1-platform-neutral-duty/2011/04/29/AFi1KyGF_story.html

From Columbia Journalism Review

http://www.cjr.org/news_meeting/what_are_americas_most_essenti.php

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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Void Me

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 5, 2011 by B Schiff

To be the messenger of the gods and informed the uninformed newly.  To be a potion mixer, a torture fixer, a redoubtable waste of uninspiring talent.  To ramble, to indulge, to be facetious, fatuous and debonair.   Fix the story blindly and model it in perfume.  Be an eerie piece of dirt in the loving muck, a dainty charlatan and buffoon.

Touch me.  Feel me.  Make me over and give me breakfast.  Treat me with affection.  Cherish my gratitude.  Picture me my pictures.  Speak me my words.  Envelope me well.  I love a long night with its comforts and joys.

The right practice of right practice is upon us.  Users pay and the users play.  Users use and users tell.  The power is to the user.  The user knows … the constant user knows…the democratized user knows…the common among us know.  Through sham and pretense, claustrophobia and hype the world is awash with informed common sense keeping up appearances and keeping  down wretched excess….. it is one damned big rancid circus after all …  blessing the beasts and the children.

The mornings know.  The paths to hot and hell, cool and low, to slumber and back know.  The bored to death and the spoon fed sick slick know.    The monster never sleeps.  All is known.  All is seen.  Hardy shame for those who are not…… Vivaciousness is the key.  Vital organs are key.  Eyes here there and eyes everywhere…

It is good to be free and smart and basking in dumb enlightened in times of joyous rays of godlike sun.  Be a proud seeker of the holy grail.  Move me.  Feed me.  Fondle me.  Make me cry.  I learn because I am.

Patrick B. Pexton  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/a-journalists-no-1-platform-neutral-duty/2011/04/29/AFi1KyGF_story.html

From Columbia Journalism Review

http://www.cjr.org/news_meeting/what_are_americas_most_essenti.php

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

http://bschiff.com/

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Dominance Games: The kindness of others

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2011 by B Schiff

Nobody knows nothin.  Talk talk talk.   Fictions grow and then recede and then grow again.  Enter the universal interpreters who tell us the world is as it is supposed to be and the track of things only frays around the edges.  Scare tactics and violent tactics and dead certainties know that the general narrative of our lives changes only slowly and in simple ways reflecting only the lack of product or energy or means of existence.

Small things these, that matter not to the core tides of history.  The core tides of history, the dead certainties of identity and narrative and home and country fit all of the regular patterns of a world in molasses.  War and peace, threat and disintegration… the primitive’s preserve.  They are, the primitives, the exotic who come in from the stone age…. at what price…. corruption, moral corruption, general blindness, wishful thinking, ….the befits of instability and diffusion of organized power. Better than Christmas and Valentines Day.  The gifts of false purpose.

Corruption of motive is long a certain thing.  The blindness of interpretation is a keeper.  Hell for losers.  Tis tough enough to win.  The lost lost losers need their own narratives.  Trust in the kindness of others.  Go in many pretty circles.  Wait for good publicity.

Central American drugs.

The Economist

http://www.economist.com/node/18560287

Terrorism and us

Peter Beinart The Daily Beast

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-05-02/osama-bin-ladens-death-time-to-end-war-on-terror/#

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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Lust Games…the kindness of others

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2011 by B Schiff

Nobody knows nothin.  Talk talk talk.   Fictions grow and then recede and then grow again.  Enter the universal interpreters who tell us the world is as it is supposed to be and the track of things only frays around the edges.  Scare tactics and violent tactics and dead certainties know that the general narrative of our lives changes only slowly and in simple ways reflecting only the lack of product or energy or means of existence.

Small things these, that matter not to the core tides of history.  The core tides of history, the dead certainties of identity and narrative and home and country fit all of the regular patterns of a world in molasses.  War and peace, threat and disintegration… the primitive’s preserve.  They are, the primitives, the exotic who come in from the stone age…. at what price…. corruption, moral corruption, general blindness, wishful thinking, ….the befits of instability and diffusion of organized power. Better than Christmas and Valentines Day.  The gifts of false purpose.

Corruption of motive is long a certain thing.  The blindness of interpretation is a keeper.  Hell for losers.  Tis tough enough to win.  The lost lost losers need their own narratives.  Trust in the kindness of others.  Go in many pretty circles.  Wait for good publicity.

Central American drugs.

The Economist

http://www.economist.com/node/18560287

Terrorism and us

Peter Beinart The Daily Beast

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-05-02/osama-bin-ladens-death-time-to-end-war-on-terror/#

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

http://bschiff.com/

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