Dominance Games / Politics
To the spoils go the victors. To the cunning go the cracks in the game, the cracks in the system. Primaries are only for the extremes to invoke their blackmail. Congressional districts are only drawn and worked for the extremes to invoke their blackmail. The flowing money of those who love power are only for the extremes to invoke their blackmail. The extremes are only for the extremes to invoke their blackmail.
Blackmail is a lovely tool. A tool of fascists and thugs, authoritarians and self important puff pieces. Blackmail is good. Greed is good. Good is bad. Power is for those who get it, not those who can exercise it. Power is for those with the lean and hungry look. Power is for the ones who love the night and love the shiv. Power is for the killers, the breakers, the owners the tellers. Power given is given to the ravenous and the ravenous have their hungers and the ravenous have their wants.
It is hard to stand in the way of the ravenous. It is hard to be a piece of meat in the way of the ravenous. Pieces of meat get devoured. Pieces of meat are made to be devoured. Pieces of meat put themselves out there as pieces of meat. Waiting to be devoured.
Live the dream. Be a butchers cut.
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Dominance Games: Lynching
Posted in current events, dominance, News, opinion, Politics with tags analysis, Commentary, Democracy, political satire, power on August 1, 2011 by B SchiffDominance Games / Politics
The flutters of sensuous hearts and the pulsating loins of girded men get solace and relief from the simple joys of comic release. The health of and general demeanor of the ravaged put upon demand tonic and home. The sweet birds and angels of paradise flutter simple wings and make symphonies. It is always time for salvation.
The paradise of functioning bits of grand freedoms, ours. The paradise of functioning bits of deliberative heavens, us. The dreams of our greatness lie languid and salutary, quaint mirrors bought and sold to give skewed reflections in the fun house of our lives.
The sullen songs, the narrow trolls, and the vacant stooges do not yet grasp the ancient effects chaste goodness. The pranksters and the audacious know sure bits to turn to, sure lures for ribald audience. Sweet nights and frenzied fancies are always enlivened by the sparks of audacious warriors.
Evermore the fun rises. Evermore irrepressible. Evermore lounging sleepily and quaintly. Evermore the tides, the cycles of the moon.
The meek shall inherit the earth with baptism under fire requiring the will to be under fire. Salvation always demands its time. With hopes that tree never rots. That fruit ….hanging low from an old oak tree.
Always the lynchings. The smooth and terrible lynchings. The loud blasts and the searing justifications. The lynchings of process, purpose, representative viability, agenda, the sane. Always ways the misdirection, the cunning, the wheedling, the weeping. Power lanes and power functions…. where canst thou be? The pulleys, the levers, the slides, the hammers. The fronts. The lynchers.
Ruminations for the hot rabble with the sacks of rocks and the monkeys on their backs trundling through the deep dark muck of the faeries labyrinthine.
Watch the lynching. The good fear sets in.
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