So. Now we have a moment in time. It is a fine and great moment…a moment that can be a magic springboard and springboard us back to the very best versions of our very best selves. It can be a springboard to the very best selves that we hold dear and deep in our hearts, the ones we think of when we day dream and are heroic.
We are teary eyed wonders saluting our flags of strength and it is not by accident that we brave many things in order to envision the best of natures noblemen and women. Honor fulfilled, large injustices not metastasized, as one we cherish our common suffering and our common courage and valor. Oh but were that my exploits could be chivalrous and true. Oh but were I a standard bearer for the sure and true. My heart would sing forever.
We tell our selves. We tell our selves again and again. Oh, but were that me, the soldier of soldiers, the brave stoic soldier of soldiers. Oh that the moment in time to be good is here again. Oh that it is a moment of no frustration, of no foolishness, of no ass backwards behavior. Oh, if only.
As have been many that have come before, so often, so hard charging, so eminently luminous…..the past is prologue. It sets that which must come next. Our past was yesterday. It will not bear on tomorrow. Our reactions harsh and fearful and weak. Our past small, narrow and petty.
We come from hard times and look through many prisms. There has been frustration and false premise. There has been false horizons and false dawns. Actors act. They wonder. They cannot see yesterday. They cannot see tomorrow.
Yesterday’s toys.
David Frum…The Week
http://theweek.com/article/index/214436/life-in-the-real-world
Roger Simon…Politico
http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0411/53477.html
The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

Lust Games…the kindness of others
Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags Central America, Commentary, Government, news, political commentary, politics, power, Public interest, Righteousness, social criticism, writing on May 4, 2011 by B SchiffNobody 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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