Policy is the property of the thoughtful, the innovated, the non disingenuous. It is a reasoned thing covered in the necessary language of the love. It is a basic image of a picture. It is a basic simpleton of a picture of an image of a cluster of a backwater.
Policy is the logic of the gods.
The lure of the pure.
Lexington.. The Economist
http://www.economist.com/node/18529711
http://bschiff.com/ the rancid bastards ….. the true…..the dumb …… the honored creed…..the books I am pushing ….
One could be a long time follower of the deceptive crafts, a long time lover of the of parochial crafts of the political operative. One can be a long time follower of all of the stars of all of the games, all of the felons of all of the games. The ribald, the antiquated, those with the endearing mouths full of fun and fancy, gibberish and noise …these make me proud. The grand and the intense, the frolicsome and the tedious, the major harmonies and bittersweet songs of the eminently sincere….these make me weep. The lure of a molten train wreck……the stuff of legend and the lifeblood of the passing scene.
Statistics, Damned statistics, damned lies. The godly rational saints give us all gusto and purpose.
Two examples of the world as it is lived.
Lynnell Hancock Columbia Journalism Review
http://www.cjr.org/cover_story/tested.php
From The Economist
http://www.economist.com/node/18483411
It takes a lot to be sure of a lot.
Lust Games / Void Games / Politics 
Not tomorrow
Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized with tags Big government, Commentary, economics, Government, political commentary, political drama, political education, politics, Small government, writing on April 14, 2011 by B SchiffDark actors stave off will and protection. Weak actors stave off glory and backbone. Anarchy, off blue saviors, the color of any which way you wish.
Good bedfellows sing me sad songs. Good bedfellows bless the beasts and the children. Good thieves are good enemies.
Please protect me from freedom. Please protect me from protection. Let me habituate in the wild and be an animal.
Government is a rant. The oppressive might of the wage slave is an illusive quality. Where to find a balance? Where to find the love? The tears of a clown.
Complacency, protection. Private. Public. The head spins. My individuality. My community. My world. My rough hewn self. My charismatic, empathetic heart. Oh, the misery of existence. The traps of my tears. The cries of my conscience.
Washington Post….
http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/in-okla-a-beneficiary-sours-on-federal-spending/2011/04/10/AFd24AHD_story.html
The Economist
http://www.economist.com/blogs/dailychart/2011/04/public_opinion_capitalism
http://bschiff.com/ the rancid bastards ….. the true…..the dumb …… the honored creed…..the books I am pushing ….
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