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The biggest lout in the louthouse

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags Authority, Commentary, Critical thinking, Democracy, ethics, media, Moral relativism, political satire, politics, power on July 9, 2012 by B Schiff

When the devils and the divas and the diplomats and the dense offer their power plays and sophistry and inflated self importance to the public as proof of the wonderfulness of themselves and the strengths of their characters they do so smartly and knowingly and deadingly being only too fully aware that there is no segment of the American public not dumb enough, not belligerent enough, not grasping enough, nor contentious enough to not have their backs or their rides or to not look always for an excuse to pull out the hardware and go to war.

With true American gusto and brave American spirit the bellowing flags of honor bearing wind to any and all who have the will and the muscle to antagonize, break, bemoan and nullify signify the constant power of real and false rage and the constant power of wishing to be the biggest lout in the louthouse.

All of the joys of moral relativism and all of the precepts stating that ignorance is of equal standing with awareness raise the cups of cheer to the rules of engagement. There is no shame, no deafness, no inadequacy, no full blown cretin great enough that there be no honor for the stupid and the stupider. No one of worth takes the high ground.

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Dominance Games / Politics: Fine minds are usually suckers

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, political science, Politics with tags analysis, Commentary, current events, Education, Government, media, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on April 16, 2012 by B Schiff

Dominance Games / Politics

The quality of the argument defines the quality of the position. Nimble minds and flirtatious walks bring in the clouds and the mists and the dreams and longings of those in between the heavens of their hearts and the hells of trying to process facts in a logical and orderly manner.

We have the low weasels and the cynical travelers framing issue and stance, policy and lewdness, public consciousness.

Good argument stimulates, opens vistas, breaks down barriers, gains attention, cancels stupidity. Good argument comes from fine minds working finely. Good argument is a blessing… a chance to test the theories and positions of ones heart, hearth and head. Good argument is for those who give a damn.

Fine minds are for the timid. Fine minds get blown away by the loud, the bellicose, the self satisfied and the self righteous. Fine minds are rational, often reasonable, usually smug. Fine minds never intimidate the ones who know thought to be a trap and a sham. Fine minds are usually suckers. But they are fine minds.

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Dominance Games / Politics: Many cry the tears of the victim

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags analysis, Commentary, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on March 22, 2012 by B Schiff

Dominance Games / Politics

Some find humor in attacking those of or with power. Others find humor in attacking those of or in positions of weakness. Those of power feel offended as they know that they are above reproach. Those of weakness are offended as they know that it is not easy to get a rhetorical even playing field.

Saps find those from positions of power fair targets as they are de facto enemies of all mankind. Clowns find those without adequate defense fair targets because their weakness makes them irresponsible.

Those from positions of power cannot have their positions flaunted or challenged…… their position as a dominant is at stake. Those who are of need are gods children and are too much prone to misfortune.

Humor is good attack. The humorless bemoan the fight. The mean spirited bemoan having to have a fair fight.

Many cry the tears of the victim.

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Dominance Games / Politics: Professional standards

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Dominance Games / Politics

Professional standards are biased against what needs to be said and what needs to be thought and taught and put up upon the flag pole.

Professional standards are the false demons of those who have not proper passion or have not needed or guided understandings of all of the vile evils of the world.

Professional standards are grey and cold and empty of a all light and true understandings of the needs of the soul and the wants of the spleen.

Professional standards are excuses to question the certainty of the certain, the opinions of the opinionated, the thoughts of the thoughtless.

Professional standards are excuses to do work instead of to impose will, to be false instead of agreeable, to aim to have a standard instead of having standards set by a loving mob.

Professional standards are an excuse for discourse when discourse is just another name for propaganda.

Professional standards are for those who denigrate the will, demean the knowledge, blow off the wisdom of the truly informed.

Professional standards do not flaunt the greatness and wonder of the keepers of the flame.

Professional standards; skeptical and critical and negative to the core. Unpatriotic and to be damned in hell.

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Dominance Games / Politics: And that is where the race ends

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Dominance Games / Politics

The only good fun left in politics is the fun of the blood sport. The blood sport is all that there is to fight for.

With intractable enemies of no good standing or character threatening the whole of our pristine civilization the only recurs for men and women of honor is to charge forward mightily and take down the devil.

Peel back the layers of protections that the devils have built into a corrupt system and take them all out to the woodshed or over to the tall oak tree.

if the damned devils are hell bent on making my world dirty and filled with the thoughts of the wicked and the insidious then I have no choice than but to oppose their hellish little beings with every little ounce of my own sainted one.

Damn the torpedoes I want mine. I don’t want you to have yours. I want my voice. I don’t want to hear yours. The race is to the swift and the strong. And that is where the race ends.

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Dominance Games / Politics: A simple trick to keep the devil happy

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags analysis, Commentary, Democracy, political analysis, political commentary, political satire, power on February 19, 2012 by B Schiff

Dominance Games / Politics

They come from every which way from every which where, from every holy hell of all holy hells. They all know all. They all see all. They are all imbued with the right to be sure and to surely punish those who are not. Ever was. Ever will be. Never goona get away from it. Never gonna believe that the individual conscience is a sacred thing, a good thing, a wondrous thing, a thing, itself, of the heavens.

Those who have their callings, their answers, their purposes are all good and true…all worthy and saintly…all of lords and masters, beliefs and belief systems of the non vengeful type. Charity and acceptance is never for the non believer…those who see a different light with respect and humility, and humbleness and dignity. Have us more intriguing wars of ideology, religion, purity, vengefulness; of good reason to hate in the just cause.

Old songs are staunch songs….good songs…worthy songs…there for every generation to learn and to wrap themselves in. National anthems and heart stopping numbers…rousing, pulsating ditties…..the old good killing songs.

Always and always,,,,,,the quills in the case are there to be used; weapons, as organizing principle, as automatic and simple, true and acceptable, aphrodisiac inspiring ways to stay and be pure, to be strong, entitled, just and mean. The ways we make up for no weaknesses.

The ability to think and question is a simple trick to keep the devil happy …. he appreciates the pain it gives to the worthy.

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Dominance Games / Politics: Screw the mocking bird

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Dominance Games / Politics

The false battles of holy labels

Ah, the usual screed about the paucity of intellectual honesty and judicious thought when it comes to trampling down the honor and virtue of hard core believers and political holy warriors.

The grand celebrated spectrum running the gamut from right to left and up and down and back again…… grand screams of deliberation and virtue on the part of the emotionally informed.

Be stark. Be humble. Be wise. Be sure that the marauding hordes of welshers and free basers want your money, your toil, your all and everything.

Be of the right. Be of the left.

Be sure that the simple flag wavers and noxious spirits of toxic hate want to bury the unprotected under glams of derision and disenfranchisement.

Be of those wise enough to not miss the enemies at the gate.

The pristine rights of the individual. The pristine rights of the mass, the society as whole. Protection for one. Protection for the other. Protection from one. Protection from the other. Be of the winners. Be of the losers. Be of the dupes. Be of the he users. Be of the takers. The healers. The fakers. The killers. Be of the makers. The breakers. The sour mooded payers.

Figure it out, oh vile creed. Screw the mocking bird.

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Dominance Games / Politics: Political operative

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Dominance Games / Politics

A good little political operative, happy as a clam. No structural flaws in the system to exploit. A job to revel in and celebrate, to simmer in in a cauldron of virtue.

Be gamed, used, laughed at… never in a week of sad Sundays.

A good little political operative, the merry little true cynical wonder …. a laughing lover of lack of ignorance where he finds it, see and hear no foolishness where it cannot be nourished, raise to the heights the joys of dimness and self delusion as they dance around in merry ways.

Are you a good little political operative who is wise to the ways of the mechanics of system and and the pressure points and disingenuous levers of power so that you can work wonders with the right amounts of willingness to debase.

Are you a good little political operative who is proud to mock those open to mocking, proud to mock those open to being schoolyard dumb suchly trite? No discourse to threaten your soul, no discourse to threaten your fun, no discourse to threaten the any levels of ability.

Are you a good little political operative who cares for the honor of honor, the profession of your stature, the nature of your nature? Are you a good little political operative with character unimpeachable and type lovely and stripe hardened and severe a good little political operative immune to no corruption?

A knife fight goes to the mean crazy eyed bastard, goes to the junk yard dog. A good little political operative knows protection goes to preparedness…. and the tools to maim. Maim.

Good little folk all over love you dearly

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Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel…Installment Two

Posted in analysis, books, Commentary, Drama, literature, Mystery, political philosophy, political science, Politics, writing with tags Commentary, fiction, political drama, political fiction on January 11, 2012 by B Schiff

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power

A Novel

Installment Two

There were foreign objects; there was pain. It was the 6th of fucking June.

On came Richard fucking Kenny and his fellow fucking brave hearts. On came God’s fucking crusade in some fucking death trap of a fucking landing craft in the fucking English fucking Channel just dying to help a bunch of fucked up, fuck assed fucking Frogs get their god damned, fucking fucked up fucking country back from some god damned, fucking fucked up fucking fuck assed crazy assed fucking goose assed stepping assed, fucking, rot in hell fucking Krauts.

Dreams for Richard fucking Kenny.

A putrid soldier’s dreams.

Richard fucking Kenny found himself with the first assault waves of American heroes climbing up the fucking beaches of fucking Normandy.

The young man next to Richard fucking Kenny on the fucking landing craft on the way to the fucking beach sang the praises of Christ the fucking Lord. The one next to him puked his fucking guts out. Richard fucking Kenny had not only come three thousand fucking miles to get his fucking ass blown off but he had to do it with some fucking idiot’s fucking puke all over his fucking gear and some other fucking idiot singing the fucking praises of Christ the fucking lord in his fucking ear.

Richard fucking Kenny was very fucking agitated, disgusted about the whole fucking thing. He was fucking annoyed. He would, he thought, have, at least, died a happier goddamned fucking death if he was sliced and diced by one of his old fucking playmates and left to bleed to death in some god damned fucking stink hole puddle in some god damned fucking stink hole alley behind some god damned fucking, rotten assed, fucking greasy spoon.

His god damned, fucking father, where ever the fuck he was must be turning over in his god damned, fucking grave at the thought of his only fucking son running around with a bunch of fucking red necked fucking bloody fucking American he-men about to fucking charge good old fucking Europe, from whence his god damned, fucking father ran, to play god damned, fucking wonder soldier, god damned brave fucking wonder fucking hero.

Kraut soldiers were without bitter appreciation.

Richard fucking Kenny hit the beach on the shores very early in the fucking morning.

The fucking Kraut soldiers did not want to lose precious ground. They wanted Richard fucking Kenny and his fucking friends to be fucking dead. They appreciated fucking greatness, not Richard fucking Kenny. Little fucking Addie Kraut was their mad fucking fool. He was strong.

A wonder fucking soldier, wearing his spiffy little super duper little fucking uniform and traveling fucking on, Richard fucking Kenny was a thrill a minute. Richard fucking Kenny was getting his fucking tail shot at pretty fucking good. This day was to Richard fucking Kenny was a particular pain in the ass.

Richard fucking Kenny in the middle of a fucking, stinking, dirty, fucking, fuck assed, fucking foxhole in the middle of the fucking, stinking, dirty, fucking fuck assed screw assed fucking war.

Richard fucking Kenny became a dirty, fucking hero, another fucking smart assed, wise assed fucking wise guy, wise assed fucking savior.

Two fucking throwbacks to some fucking simian past. Two fucking, anti-Semitic, anti-human, sub-human fucking throwbacks. Richard fucking Kenny killed seven fucking Krauts. Richard Kenny knocked off a fucking Kraut machine gun nest

Richard fucking Kenny barely stopped himself from killing the two fucking southern fucking fuck assed fucking throwbacks to some fucking simian past, the two fucking, anti-Semitic, anti-human, sub-human fucking southern throwbacks. He saved his fucking outfit.

The lieutenant who was barely fucking alive only by grace of God and the captain who was half dead were both fucking very fucking happy that Richard fucking Kenny didn’t kill all of their own fucking wonder soldiers. They were both exceptionally proud that Richard fucking Kenny was a member of their, this man’s, fucking Army. They were most certainly overwhelmed. Richard fucking Kenney was their great fucking hope.

Richard fucking Kenny was put upon the god damned fucking earth to do great things, to fuck rotten fucking ladies, to be sharp as a tack, twice as mean. He loved to save the lives of the fucking wonderful who would be very happy to hang his happy little fucking New York fucking assed neck from a god damned fucking cross when he was back in the god damned fucking fuck assed States. Richard fucking Kenny just wanted to jump up and down and salute the god damned fucking good old fucking red, white and fucking blue’s best fucking examples of fucking class.

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Richard fucking Kenny demeaned dangled leaden calves, gave up on dangled fucking leaden losers. He jack assed backward through the straights of hell. Sanguine, straight, Richard fucking Kenny jack assed backward through low dealers, low weasels, low wants, low fucking kills.

The All fucking American fucking boy was not something Richard fucking Kenny could put up with too much longer. Richard fucking Kenny reveled in his own fucking wonder. He was fucking proud that he had saved the lives of all of the fucking red necked fucking fuck assed fucking hicks. Richard fucking Kenny was tired, very, very tired, and he didn’t want the All fucking American fucking boy to wake up one fucking morning and turn on Richard fucking Kenny when Richard fucking Kenny wasn’t fucking looking

Many forms, many shapes the All fucking American fucking hero. He said many different fucking things. He was sure to turn into a no good fucking asshole sooner or later. Poor Richard fucking Kenny.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the fucking war.

He survived it. The first day, the first day off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the second day, the second day off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the third day.

Richard Kenny survived the fourth day.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the first fucking month off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the first fucking year off the fucking beach.

Richard fucking Kenny survived the fucking war.

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Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy. Amy Lucille to the young men and women of pride and honor. Amy Lucille to those who sought the glint in her radiant brown eyes shining brightly as she allowed company with the sons and daughters of manners and property. She, Amy Lucille, able to touch their hearts vigorously, in worship and adoration.

Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy was that which could make life worth living, a shining beacon apart from all others of a peculiar conflagration of will, of a peculiar conflagration of mood, a treasure, Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy. She wished to be the ideal to which all fine young dreamers might aspire, who did not let the pedestal upon which she found herself not allow her to not do what she must.

The giver of sunshine and shadow, the purveyor of pleasure and pain. The killer of mothers, the lovers of fathers, the seductress of aunts and uncles. The touch, the brush, the sweet, sweet kiss, the dear, sweet caress. Amy, sweet, sweet Amy. The nectars, the juices of sweet, sweet existence. How sweet, sweet Amy craved. How she craved. Sweet, sweet Amy.

Sweet, smart Amy. Amy, sweet, sweet Amy could only think of thighs and such and water her lips with the tip of her tongue. Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy could only think of sighs and such and water her lips with the tip of her tongue. The sweet, sweet lovers of sweet, sweet Amy, sweetly, sweetly maimed, murdered, before sweet, sweet Amy could ever again enjoy their sweet, sweet pleasures.

The lures of those who fondled, the lures of those who craved, Amy, sweet, sweet Amy would live to crave a thousand lives. The sweet, sweet lovers of sweet, sweet Amy, sweetly, sweetly maimed, murdered, before sweet, sweet Amy could ever again enjoy their sweet, sweet pleasures.

She was the last best hope of daunting sin, Amy.

Some men died for love, Sweet Amy figured. Some men died for money, Sweet Amy figured. Some just wanted freedom from ghosts, dead spirits, evil, she figured. Some took the path of least resistance. Some, the last alternative to life.

Amy. Sweet, sweet, Amy.

She baited, she cooed, Amy. She laughed, she darted. She promised lusts with her lips, said goodbye with her hips, Amy. She was a gift given, Amy. Her lips inspired trust, her voice aching want, Amy. She drew hearts out as a magnet, Amy. She drew spirits with ferocious fire. The sweetness. The contempt.

Get to a strong man, a weak man, a smart man, Amy figured. Make a magic wand, Amy figured. A turn of the screw, she figured. A way in, a way out. Will to will, strength to strength. Strength to weakness, guile, subtlety. Amy knew the equations well. Worked them well.

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