In my name they go to war. In my name they rule the waves of production, the seas of competence. In my name they accommodate the needs and wants of the needy, the wants and aspirations of the desirous, the happy little frolics of the serious and the moral.
In my name they please. They distribute goods and services. They distribute hearts and minds. They distribute ease and sanity.
In my name they sower with efficiency, plunder with joy, return to me the dregs upon my investment. They produce. They camouflage. They placate and the are that between us and a world without function.
In my name they do what there is that has to be done. In my name they do it well. They do it adroitly. They have no spasms of regret. They are professional.
In my name they grease the wheels of a better more sane world. In my name they await their applause humbly. In my name they regard the slings and arrows of dark screamers with regret and in my name they view with sad detachment. They know better. In my name.
In my name they are seasoned. In my name they are worldly and wise and in my name they know the functions of the world. In my name they are of one with the veils of hidden charity of spirit and the veils of the hidden philanthropy of the heart. They are at one with progress in my name. In my name we need ask no more.
In my name they are what they are. In my name they act as they can. In my name they act where they can. They are good because they are. In my name they are all that they can be. In my name they act. For themselves they act. It is that true noble philosophy that serves. They act so that I can be free.
And I support them.
The cost of costs
from Harpers by Scott Horton
http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/04/hbc-90008063
The usual usual from The Washington Post
The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.
Lust Games / Void Games / Politics 
Dominance Games: The landscape gets cold at night
Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags Commentary, current events, economics, Government, news, opinion, political commentary, power, writing on May 21, 2011 by B SchiffAgain we mock the human soul. Again we mock the human spirit. The cadres of popular imagery are apparent no more. Damn the torpedoes, all speed ahead. The more we behave the better we become at ability. The more we are drunk with the powers of observation, the more we are observant of the void. The emptiness of the great desert of formless nothing haunts our futures and it is a barren desert, a hot dry place.
The landscape gets cold at night, a counterpoint to the extreme heat of the day. It is an uninviting place, the future in times of trouble and uncertainty. It mocks us, our belief in it, in its presence, its shape. It can retreat and hide, run away or crush. It stares us down a hungry lion.
Deal with what isn’t there. Build monuments to what is not real.
A view from the other side.
A view from trying to beard the tremulous lion.
Both from The Washington Post
Ian Morris
http://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/two-books-on-the-future-of-power-and-diplomacy/2011/02/28/AFHSsSHC_story.html
Robert Samuelson Washington Post
http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/the-real-tax-avoidance-scandal-centers-on-dividends-and-capital-gains/2011/04/01/AFRz6TXC_story.html
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