You can never tire of the the law of unintended consequence. We can go to hell and back in order to make sure that good ends get accomplished and that good tools are set aside to accomplish them. Kings of the world always trust in their own good intentions kings of the world laugh at the joke that power corrupts and that absolute power corrupts absolutely. “The necessity of my invention demands that my intentions be sanitized and that my intentions be purer than yours…you damned harpie blank blank, you damned crying bastard blank blank.” Kings of the world are that which the world needs to set itself right.
Now this is a thing we all know. The clear efficiency of dogma and faith, of certainty and divinity is what holds us all upright. The monkeys have no such things. They float with Darwin’s bones.
Good god, certainty is a comfort and certainty is a thing that save us our night terrors and gives us the strength to go on. If you want to blow up a village then blow up a village. It is ever necessary to blow up a village to preserve it. That works the mind and frees the spirit.
Saviors and warriors, thinkers and doodlers know that power is good…it is good to have power, good to hold it, good to cherish it, good to shine and buff it. No power is bad power if the power broker has , holds and owns it sweetly.
As for those unintended consequence……draconia can get turned on its head if it is not complete and totally ruinous. Try as they might this is often the case…that plus the hysteria and apprehension of those wishing to ordain that the right world keeps going and going, expanding and expanding…like a big bad nightmarish balloon…this we know. But lets do it anyway. The simple truths of accomplished minds and self righteousness of accomplished spirits also deserve to have their days in the sun…til they blot it out.
Some usual Draconia.
New York Times
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/17/opinion/17tue1.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha211
By Bruce Ackerman and Oona Hathaway Washington Post
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Dominance Games: Live the pornographic
Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags Commentary, Democracy, Education, Government, History, Lies damned lies and statistics, news, Opposing Views, political commentary, political education, politics, power, Public interest, social criticism, writing on May 20, 2011 by B SchiffPublic 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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