Democracy……just the sound of the word…the texture of its artful arcane syllables cascading out of the mouth, over perched and parched lips….the breaths deepen, the body tremors, and there is a comforting sniffle to back up the hope and pride.
The grand and great religion of the non secular masses. The grand and great religion of the sweet, lovely secular champions of honesty, honor and fair play. the end point of all politics. The fair shake for all mankind. We get it. We got it. We import it. We sell it. We cherish it. We mangle it. We push it through hell to see if it is or is not a cardboard illusion. Tis a strong thing this Democracy. it mirrors many images. It shows off many hues and colors. it is purposeful and pure anything of care and caring. Always to be improved. Always to be made superior and worthy.
Bang goes the money trap. Rat tat tat goes the fix. Stomp stomp goes the rants. And the melting pot just melts all charges to a shiny statue of group wisdom.
Who skews? And why not?…Who plays and takes the spoils? And why not?
On the supremes and their proclivities.
Jeffrey Toobin in The New Yorker
http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2011/04/11/110411taco_talk_toobin
On the states and theirs. The comfort and joys of the gerrymandering fix
From The Weekly Standard
http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/015/854xppnl.asp
http://bschiff.com/ the rancid bastards ….. the true…..the dumb …… the honored creed…..the books I am pushing ….
……..They came to me in the night and and demanded that I do my bidding
One can get worn down by the processes of governance. One can get overly drunk on the the grand personas of grand personas. The derivatives of hell, the myopic mind numbing incandescent devils of the once upon a sweethearts parade, these flights of fancy, your favorite fido and my favorite slug of a useless star and hero….what better than to love the ones we love, act out on the ones we act out, drama the dramas of our time.
Its the stupid, stupid.
Its the ideology stupid.
Its the veneer of fine wine.
Bouncing heads spring out of a captivating music box…
The passing parade.
In Vanity Fair
Doubtful Accomplishments
Hubris Maximus: V.F.’s 2010 Cavalcade of Unforgettable Regrettables
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/yearinreview/hubris-maximus-20101
The ubiquitous Trump. Who can resist. The entertaining monkey as megalomaniac.
On Mediaite
by Mark Joyella
The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards ….. the true.
The books I am pushing…..
Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel …….. Lust Games: An Essay on Honor A Novel ………. Void Games: An Essay on Revenge A Novel …. coming soon
Who believes in rational policy? And upon whet rational rests your firm beliefs? Are you the master logician able to leap tall buildings in a single bound with the strengths of your abilities to match premise upon premise with masterful conclusion after masterful conclusion?
Perhaps, as a modern day Sherlock Holmes, you are the master detective striving and gritting and smoking out the true holy premise upon which to base your true holy thought.
No matter. In the end logic eludes and we circle and circle and drive dizziness to new heights. We delve into the minds of the masters of pious previous thought and the masters of previous pious power. They say always…be scared boy…be very scared. Be frozen girl…be very frozen. Accepted truths don’t have to be accepted truths. They just need to be convenient.
From The New Yorker
The Tyrant Tax by James Surowieck
http://www.newyorker.com/talk/financial/2011/03/07/110307ta_talk_surowiecki
From Harpers
By Slavoj Zizek
I know, I know….Anyone who distributes news and information has an agenda, is a mouthpiece, is annoying, bothers the hell out of people…..
Either they are old and moldy. Fat and comfortable. Puffed up, insulated and lazy. Callous free loaders who are agent provocateurs.
They might be young and on the make. They might be the wonders who translate events for a new news consuming public in a new news consuming environment.
We all have our favorites, our hates, our disposable clowns. So much information. So much endeavor. so many brave and fearless scribes who comfort the afflicted, afflict the comfortable. Who could be jaundiced.? Who can say they are not worth the prize of our attention?
Is journalism dead? Is it better? Is it sincere?
It does brave the questions of our survival.
Two views.: one hand wringing, one celebration. I’ll do both. One for fun. One in tribute to the solid stodgy set.
From The Columbia Journalism Review a month or two back:
http://www.cjr.org/editorial/beyond_the_facts.php
Roger Simon in Politico:
Lust Games / Void Games / Politics 
Rapscallion fancy
Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags Commentary, Education, news, political commentary, political drama, power, Public interest, social criticism on April 23, 2011 by B SchiffWe 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.
http://bschiff.com/
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