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Lust Games: Live the pornographic

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2011 by B Schiff

Public images and public brands can easily become inverted.  Those noble souls exercising free will and petrified manner easily choose against their own self interests all the time.  Their perceptions are weak.  Their premises are false.  Their logical constructs are frayed and superfluous.  They bring to the table of meager existence a predisposition towards abject dimness and poverty of mind.  They see not the heavens on earth offered them in their anguish as they self identify as noble souls, outlying outlaws, searing revolutionaries,  defenders of the faith, persons of sound judgment and cool reason.

Thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Freedom of thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Economic self interest is passed around and given away.  It is laughed away and made to look foolish.  The cloudy images of the sane and tolerant world are floated up and about, up and away by those knowing this endpoint of human endeavor and these clouds are massively comical and hopelessly ironic.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst the daily thugs of public discourse.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst those who stood tall and straight and bashed head for sustenance.  If only there were those that did not foam at the mouth and love always and always the red meat of swollen enemies.

The obtuse and the inbred know nothing save the next meal.  The sweet tastes of sweet tastes trump always the soothing health foods of good  doctors.  The wretched can never simply see what is to be seen.  The wretched can never simply experience what is there to be experienced, what is there bigger than a breadbox.

Enemies mine those who will not see.  Enemies mine those who will not hear.  Enemies mine those who live the cheap thrills and hot candy. Enemies mine those who live the pornographic.  We all live the pornographic.  We all love the pornographic.

Xan Rice  The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/06/death-by-tabloid/8491/

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Dominance Games: Live the pornographic

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2011 by B Schiff

Public images and public brands can easily become inverted.  Those noble souls exercising free will and petrified manner easily choose against their own self interests all the time.  Their perceptions are weak.  Their premises are false.  Their logical constructs are frayed and superfluous.  They bring to the table of meager existence a predisposition towards abject dimness and poverty of mind.  They see not the heavens on earth offered them in their anguish as they self identify as noble souls, outlying outlaws, searing revolutionaries,  defenders of the faith, persons of sound judgment and cool reason.

Thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Freedom of thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Economic self interest is passed around and given away.  It is laughed away and made to look foolish.  The cloudy images of the sane and tolerant world are floated up and about, up and away by those knowing this endpoint of human endeavor and these clouds are massively comical and hopelessly ironic.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst the daily thugs of public discourse.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst those who stood tall and straight and bashed head for sustenance.  If only there were those that did not foam at the mouth and love always and always the red meat of swollen enemies.

The obtuse and the inbred know nothing save the next meal.  The sweet tastes of sweet tastes trump always the soothing health foods of good  doctors.  The wretched can never simply see what is to be seen.  The wretched can never simply experience what is there to be experienced, what is there bigger than a breadbox.

Enemies mine those who will not see.  Enemies mine those who will not hear.  Enemies mine those who live the cheap thrills and hot candy. Enemies mine those who live the pornographic.  We all live the pornographic.  We all love the pornographic.

Xan Rice  The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/06/death-by-tabloid/8491/

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Dominance Games: The ends of the luminous wise

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2011 by B Schiff

Does it seem aimlessly absurd or just morally redundant.  Possibly just the eternal time looped images of the foolish put out to fill  venues that save the needy from not having anything of value to ruminate over or to take seriously.

Are all of the songs written by the same tin ears?  All of the lyrics cynical and deadly and prone to gastric over kill?  A fight for the ol’ red white and blue requires always the applied abilities of accomplished phenoms who snake their ways through the pitfalls of dangerous governance in order to accommodate and advance the intricacies of  the economic, strategic, legal and secure tides of the moon.  The stew must come out well, cooked by the masters of  wiles.

Actors who play down rot and play up solid defined ends….the ends of the luminous wise,  see into the souls of men and declare the fragmented roads of survival workable in barren unfriendly terrain.

Rugged principled and tough virtue get championed, lead and cut hard resilience and paths through ill suited climes and ravaging wildlife.  Doers do and do well.   The free and the good need to stay that way.  With all appropriate help.

sensual lobbies

Aaron Mehta  Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0511/55025.html

sterling charm

Tom Cohen   CNN

http://us.cnn.com/2011/POLITICS/05/15/gingrich.interview/index.html?hpt=T2

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…..the thrill..

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Dominance Games: They work the trenches

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2011 by B Schiff

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

http://www.washingtonpost.com/business/economy/obama-slams-oil-company-profits-as-gas-prices-surge/2011/04/29/AFPhwyGF_story.html

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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Dominance games: Lunch pail

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 13, 2011 by B Schiff

Lunch pail issues.  Bothersome things that get turned inside out and deadly rancid in our productive, vibrant process.  Songs and dance defy gravity and sense and the lunch pail is such a basic tiresome thing.   Food.  Clothing.  Shelter.  Work.  A lack of sucker being.  A break from the cry babies around the edges.

Simple.  Basic.  Elementary.   There is not a world of wonder.  Primal political wonders protect us from the evils of the captains of the captains of capricious fortune, insidious finance and hard hearted industry.  The captains of the captains of capricious fortune, insidious finance and hard hearted industry protect us from the oh so menacing elite.   Privateers.  Governators.   Seed and innovate .  Identify and referee .  Scum stealers from on manipulative high.  Scum stealers from the on repression flowing low.   Keep worry away.  Do no harm.

Lunch pails watch with tears as mighty progress steps on and emulsifies lame lost losers.  Lunch pails watch with tears as the march of time tames easy.  The ones on the short end need  survive, live and exist.  So says the ones on the short end.  Demands the basic basics.  Pity is the home of  no glamor.  The short sentences of too much work define the too much of work of necessity.  Lunch pail owners  pay none too much respect to their lunch pails.  Speak volumes of a hell in a hand basket…Be convinced that that basket of joyless joy loves you so.

Marcelo Giugale  Huffington Post

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/marcelo-giugale/data-poverty-_b_860785.html?ir=Politics

Perry Bacon Jr. Post Politics  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/44/post/obama-again-calls-for-trigger-to-help-balance-budget/2011/05/12/AFtJ9jyG_blog.html

politics, news, commentary

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Dominance Games: The hypocrite is cute

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 11, 2011 by B Schiff

Soft and cuddly and squishy and comforting.  Safe and serene and  reassuring.  A calm needful port in the mortal storm.

Warm homilies and sweet butter.   In sunny aura around the easy grin and infectious manner of the sweet bedtime friend.  Tales of woods’ nestle, streams’ ripple …. soft nostalgia.   We see our nearest and dearest  whisper attractive syllables of calm and peace.

Teddy bears of fertile joy make their way into our dreams and imaginations and give peace.  They are the chosen martyrs of self healing, the riotous cowboy atop the bull of petulance.  The honed, happy  honored.  The healing function in repose.

the psychic good comes from an intransigent spark.  All is trusted.  All is expected.  All is kind, love well chosen and love adroitly earned.

Salves and oils, slips and slides.   the depths of harmony and truth survive.  Sweet teddy bear of happy frivolity.  Sweet teddy bear of smashing joy.  The ramshackled flagrant hyperventilating hypocrite as beloved public character.

Banal  pretty pictures…

On Wisconsin

Wisconsin State Journal    Mary Spicuzza and Clay Barbour

http://host.madison.com/wsj/news/local/govt-and-politics/elections/article_5aa8adfa-7845-11e0-82be-001cc4c03286.html

On Congress  Politico

http://www.politico.com/blogs/glennthrush/0511/GOP_frosh_protest_Dems_rhetoric_on_Medicare.html

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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Glory in the morning

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 30, 2011 by B Schiff

Power corrupts.  It corrupts mightily and famously.  It corrupts hedonisticlaly, morally, severely. It turns virtue on its head and relegates expression to a game.  Power fuels the laundered images of fear and the abject lack of restraint.  Power goads and practices, flails and takes what it takes.  It can be a serene thing  it can be a strong thing, a mocking thing, a self satisfied thing.  Power can shine like a beacon, drop like a stone, crush like a runaway truck.  It lures.  It calls.  It wants.  It produces sweet songs to calm the ear, sweet reason to sack the instincts.  It may turn away from its prey and seem to be something else, a trivial thing that hides itself  from challenges and flies sweetly from inspection.  Power knows.  It sweats.  It works very very hard. It knows itself.  It knows its dupes.  It glorifies all.

From The New York Review of Books

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2011/apr/28/wall-street-leviathan/

From The Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/standardized-tests-prove-im-better-than-michael-jordan/2011/03/29/AF4sdL4C_story.html

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Noble dreams flirting

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on April 27, 2011 by B Schiff

Let the workers and the hardy beware.  Let the stern and the staunch beware.  The right way to go about the right things is the right way.  The earnestness which which to pursue earnest goals is earnest.  Dream the dream.  It is a good dream.  It is not a dream worth waking from.  It is a sturdy little devil.  It stands for all goodly things.  It is a lustful dream full of lust for the good, lust for the right, lust for the true.  A compact little dream this .  A compact little dream factory of a compact little dream this.  A dreamers little dreamy dream.  A dream.

The one.  The many.  Good for all.  Good for me.  Goodness goodness all around.  All purposeful goodness all around.  All purposeful goodness, all purposeful poisoned pens of goodness all around.  As always…it is good to be good.

Good dreams walking

Newsweek….Rick Marin and Tony Dokoupi

http://www.newsweek.com/2011/04/17/dead-suit-walking.html

Noble dreams flirting

The Economist ….Direct Democracy…..Vox populi or hoi polloi?

http://www.economist.com/node/18584396?story_id=18584396

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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Kings and things

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2011 by B Schiff

So what’s what?  So we know the issues, the stories, the problems.  We know the fears, the contradictions, the prejudices, the tall tales told by the tale tellers.  We get the flack.  We all know that the damned bastards are to blame, that the damned bastards don’t give a rat’s behind for the good of anyone but themselves.  If I were only king of the damned world, we say.  If I were only king of the damned world.  Then things would ge better, we say.  Then things would be a damned sight better.

Sun beams and moon beams frolic together on a merry mist as the bunnies and squirrels dance around the may pole and the little chipmunks do cartwheels 9in the park of our imaginations.

If only I were king of the world, we say,  Then candy canes and marshmallows would be floating in the sky.

If only.

Two for simple answers.

From The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2011/04/should-big-banks-be-regulated-as-utilities/237342/

http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2010/12/us-education-is-much-better-than-you-think/68635/

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Rapscallion fancy

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , on April 23, 2011 by B Schiff

We beg the grim reaper to not waste our poor little lives.  We watch the angels as they watch over us.  The little devils…they come from there, they come from from here, they saunter about and just come from every  which where.

We have our little lusts.  They have our little lusts.  We have our little  depravities.  They have our little depravities.   We are bold in manner, strong in virtue.  The just want to know the nobility of our character.   We just want our dear little selves spread around for all to see and know.  They will love us to death.

We lust for composure in a void.  They wish us no void, tell us no tale, love the ones they are with…us …always us….always lucky little us.   The marvel of  life’s blood.  No more sneaking through sins unapplauded, unwanted.  We all can reap the wild wind together in a wild dirge of rapscallion fancy….and be better wonders for it.

By Andy Isaacson   the Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/05/are-you-following-a-bot/8448/

ahh…the fun of cell phone tracking

http://vigilantcitizen.com/latestnews/michigan-police-search-drivers-cell-phones-durring-traffic-stops/

theNewspaper.com: A journal of the politics of driving

http://www.thenewspaper.com/news/34/3458.asp

The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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