Dominance Games / Politics
The avenging angel, the hidden conqueror, the mighty sword. The punitive beast is always. The punisher cometh. He cometh hard. We strive for accomplishment and sincerity. We wing our way towards the melancholy ways of fierce combat. We wish to be absolved of sins and be of the pure.
The text of aggression is a quiet text. It needs daily editing. We edit. The text of aggression is the bible. It is a cathartic thing. We wish mounds of it to spread. We wish the absolutes. Absolute power. Punishing power.
There are the dictates of the balancing of forces. Avoidance of chaos demands giving to Caesar, to the power brokers. Games are games. Those who live at the mercy of the games get singed. The structure of the game is its outcome. No one sees. The blind enjoy the lack of dissonance.
Transgressors usurp trust. Cerebral warriors die on the vine.
Desperate for balance and control is the precise mind. The threat, the image, the fair warning…the vitality . The life blood of certain restitution, redemption is action, action of need, of like, of reverence. Action is the antidote to impotence, impotence of the kind that comes with the narrow thoughts dismantling different proofs that the world offers.
The milk of political debauchery is the empty lust for ratification and seething self sustenance. The hands that define ourselves in the images of the worlds that define our lusts take no prisoners. The tools not used against entrenched enemies are tools of unholy gnomes and the choices narrowed by their evil heathen ways. Pledges, and rants, demons and daggers, in times of need all power is the complete aphrodisiac.
Dumb as we come we get what dumbness brings.
We demand no better. The humble bastards stand up and shout.
Core principles are without logical construct. Those who honor the emptiness of character and the chimerasness of the system at the mercy of gamed elections in gamed districts by gamed minorities of gaming tin soldiers allow the wild wind of politics as a poor last act in a grand experiment.
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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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