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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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Dominance Games: Gazelles on horseback

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 10, 2011 by B Schiff

All is fair in the world in which we live.  Governmental systems function as the trusting trust that the hammers of force and power will be wielded in a soothing and trusting way.  The hammers of force and power are trusted  hammers as long as the hammers of force and power have the ability to force and hammer away as they wish to force and hammer away.

The gentle gentry who, gently of de facto, gently cooperate with the gentle strains of enforcement, the gentle legitimacy of law do so gently and willingly as their gentle willing wills are gently coerced with willing tales and willing stories.  Gentle stasis is reached when the game gamed is the game  understood by all understanding boobs and all understanding boobs know their sullen little places.

Marvelous systems of imperial statehood operate marvelously upon the gentle principle of the honorable consent of the honorably governed.  There are many a type of many an honorable back alley consent.  A disproportionate amount of deviation from the accepted norm can be a bad thing for the general welfare.  In the highly adaptable and flexible images of the simple peasant villagers and serfs trotting off to market that which the simple governed can put up with is a simple barren thing.

Costs are paid by the bearer and the flouter, can easily defer to the toxic wastes of roving inequities and the bon fires of intimidation and self preservation.  Costs may blow up in pretty little flames when the rational for all cooperative cooperation gets to blow up in pretty little flames.

The eight by ten glossies of fire walls against chaos enhance stability.  Power and things and money and such need be good hammering hammers in order to a defacing ugly backlash from the suckers be.

Fair is fair when fair is skewed in a lovely prism, an accident of accepted motion.  The perceived mechanics of a gamed system by the non gamers who can be taken on… unwanted chaos theory.

Unhinge the scales of justice and strange brews brew.  All good cooperation comes from ennui.  Make the ennui go away and the unmoving may move.

Gazelles on horseback.

The Economist

http://www.economist.com/node/18652037?story_id=18652037

David Walker and Robert Bixby   Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0511/54369.html

http://bschiff.com/   the rancid bastards ….. the true…..the dumb ……  the honored creed…..

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The text of aggression needs daily editing

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2011 by B Schiff

Action.  Need, like and revere action.  The  milk of political debt.  The milk of political debauchery.  The tool against entrenched evil doers and holy gnomes.  We celebrate action.  Desperate for balance and control, we celebrate action.  Stack and attack the transgressors.  usurp the trust heaven sent they cerebrally represent.

The avenging angel, the hidden conqueror, the mighty sword.  The punitive best is always as the rotten bastards stand up and shout.  It is a cathartic thing and we wish mounds of it to spread.  We wish the absolutes.   Absolute power, a joy and pleasure.  Punishing power a prime factor in joy.  Heed the rumble rotten bastards.  Heed the rumble.

…the punisher cometh…he cometh hard.  the threat, the image, the fair warning…the vitality …. the life blood of certain restitution, redemption.

The text of aggression is a quiet text.  It needs daily editing.  We edit.

From Chris Cillizza  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-fix/post/wisconsin-recalls-hit-deadline-where-things-stand/2011/05/04/AFFVvQyF_blog.html

From  On Media  Politico

http://www.politico.com/blogs/onmedia/0511/WSJ_launches_WikiLeaks_rival.html?showall

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

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Dominance Games: The text of aggression needs daily editing

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2011 by B Schiff

Action.  Need, like and revere action.  The  milk of political debt.  The milk of political debauchery.  The tool against entrenched evil doers and holy gnomes.  We celebrate action.  Desperate for balance and control, we celebrate action.  Stack and attack the transgressors.  Usurp the trust heaven sent they cerebrally represent.

The avenging angel, the hidden conqueror, the mighty sword.  The punitive beast is always as the rotten bastards stand up and shout.  It is a cathartic thing and we wish mounds of it to spread.  We wish the absolutes.   Absolute power, a joy and pleasure.  Punishing power a prime factor in joy.  Heed the rumble rotten bastards.  Heed the rumble.

…the punisher cometh…he cometh hard.  the threat, the image, the fair warning…the vitality …. the life blood of certain restitution, redemption.

The text of aggression is a quiet text.  It needs daily editing.  We edit.

From Chris Cillizza  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-fix/post/wisconsin-recalls-hit-deadline-where-things-stand/2011/05/04/AFFVvQyF_blog.html

From  On Media  Politico

http://www.politico.com/blogs/onmedia/0511/WSJ_launches_WikiLeaks_rival.html?showall

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

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Void Me

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 5, 2011 by B Schiff

To be the messenger of the gods and informed the uninformed newly.  To be a potion mixer, a torture fixer, a redoubtable waste of uninspiring talent.  To ramble, to indulge, to be facetious, fatuous and debonair.   Fix the story blindly and model it in perfume.  Be an eerie piece of dirt in the loving muck, a dainty charlatan and buffoon.

Touch me.  Feel me.  Make me over and give me breakfast.  Treat me with affection.  Cherish my gratitude.  Picture me my pictures.  Speak me my words.  Envelope me well.  I love a long night with its comforts and joys.

The right practice of right practice is upon us.  Users pay and the users play.  Users use and users tell.  The power is to the user.  The user knows … the constant user knows…the democratized user knows…the common among us know.  Through sham and pretense, claustrophobia and hype the world is awash with informed common sense keeping up appearances and keeping  down wretched excess….. it is one damned big rancid circus after all …  blessing the beasts and the children.

The mornings know.  The paths to hot and hell, cool and low, to slumber and back know.  The bored to death and the spoon fed sick slick know.    The monster never sleeps.  All is known.  All is seen.  Hardy shame for those who are not…… Vivaciousness is the key.  Vital organs are key.  Eyes here there and eyes everywhere…

It is good to be free and smart and basking in dumb enlightened in times of joyous rays of godlike sun.  Be a proud seeker of the holy grail.  Move me.  Feed me.  Fondle me.  Make me cry.  I learn because I am.

Patrick B. Pexton  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/a-journalists-no-1-platform-neutral-duty/2011/04/29/AFi1KyGF_story.html

From Columbia Journalism Review

http://www.cjr.org/news_meeting/what_are_americas_most_essenti.php

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

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Dominance Games: Void Me

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 5, 2011 by B Schiff

To be the messenger of the gods and informed the uninformed newly.  To be a potion mixer, a torture fixer, a redoubtable waste of uninspiring talent.  To ramble, to indulge, to be facetious, fatuous and debonair.   Fix the story blindly and model it in perfume.  Be an eerie piece of dirt in the loving muck, a dainty charlatan and buffoon.

Touch me.  Feel me.  Make me over and give me breakfast.  Treat me with affection.  Cherish my gratitude.  Picture me my pictures.  Speak me my words.  Envelope me well.  I love a long night with its comforts and joys.

The right practice of right practice is upon us.  Users pay and the users play.  Users use and users tell.  The power is to the user.  The user knows … the constant user knows…the democratized user knows…the common among us know.  Through sham and pretense, claustrophobia and hype the world is awash with informed common sense keeping up appearances and keeping  down wretched excess….. it is one damned big rancid circus after all …  blessing the beasts and the children.

The mornings know.  The paths to hot and hell, cool and low, to slumber and back know.  The bored to death and the spoon fed sick slick know.    The monster never sleeps.  All is known.  All is seen.  Hardy shame for those who are not…… Vivaciousness is the key.  Vital organs are key.  Eyes here there and eyes everywhere…

It is good to be free and smart and basking in dumb enlightened in times of joyous rays of godlike sun.  Be a proud seeker of the holy grail.  Move me.  Feed me.  Fondle me.  Make me cry.  I learn because I am.

Patrick B. Pexton  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/a-journalists-no-1-platform-neutral-duty/2011/04/29/AFi1KyGF_story.html

From Columbia Journalism Review

http://www.cjr.org/news_meeting/what_are_americas_most_essenti.php

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

http://bschiff.com/

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Dominance Games: The kindness of others

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2011 by B Schiff

Nobody knows nothin.  Talk talk talk.   Fictions grow and then recede and then grow again.  Enter the universal interpreters who tell us the world is as it is supposed to be and the track of things only frays around the edges.  Scare tactics and violent tactics and dead certainties know that the general narrative of our lives changes only slowly and in simple ways reflecting only the lack of product or energy or means of existence.

Small things these, that matter not to the core tides of history.  The core tides of history, the dead certainties of identity and narrative and home and country fit all of the regular patterns of a world in molasses.  War and peace, threat and disintegration… the primitive’s preserve.  They are, the primitives, the exotic who come in from the stone age…. at what price…. corruption, moral corruption, general blindness, wishful thinking, ….the befits of instability and diffusion of organized power. Better than Christmas and Valentines Day.  The gifts of false purpose.

Corruption of motive is long a certain thing.  The blindness of interpretation is a keeper.  Hell for losers.  Tis tough enough to win.  The lost lost losers need their own narratives.  Trust in the kindness of others.  Go in many pretty circles.  Wait for good publicity.

Central American drugs.

The Economist

http://www.economist.com/node/18560287

Terrorism and us

Peter Beinart The Daily Beast

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-05-02/osama-bin-ladens-death-time-to-end-war-on-terror/#

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

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Lust Games…the kindness of others

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2011 by B Schiff

Nobody knows nothin.  Talk talk talk.   Fictions grow and then recede and then grow again.  Enter the universal interpreters who tell us the world is as it is supposed to be and the track of things only frays around the edges.  Scare tactics and violent tactics and dead certainties know that the general narrative of our lives changes only slowly and in simple ways reflecting only the lack of product or energy or means of existence.

Small things these, that matter not to the core tides of history.  The core tides of history, the dead certainties of identity and narrative and home and country fit all of the regular patterns of a world in molasses.  War and peace, threat and disintegration… the primitive’s preserve.  They are, the primitives, the exotic who come in from the stone age…. at what price…. corruption, moral corruption, general blindness, wishful thinking, ….the befits of instability and diffusion of organized power. Better than Christmas and Valentines Day.  The gifts of false purpose.

Corruption of motive is long a certain thing.  The blindness of interpretation is a keeper.  Hell for losers.  Tis tough enough to win.  The lost lost losers need their own narratives.  Trust in the kindness of others.  Go in many pretty circles.  Wait for good publicity.

Central American drugs.

The Economist

http://www.economist.com/node/18560287

Terrorism and us

Peter Beinart The Daily Beast

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-05-02/osama-bin-ladens-death-time-to-end-war-on-terror/#

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

http://bschiff.com/

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Lust Games: Yesterday’s toys

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 3, 2011 by B Schiff

So.  Now we have a moment in time.  It is a fine and great moment…a moment that can be a magic springboard and springboard us back to the very best versions of our very best selves.  It can be a springboard to the very best selves that we hold dear and deep in our hearts, the ones we think of when we day dream and are heroic.

We are teary eyed wonders saluting our flags of strength and it is not by accident that we brave many things in order to envision the best of natures noblemen and women.  Honor fulfilled, large injustices not metastasized, as one we cherish our common suffering and our common courage and valor.  Oh but were that my exploits could be chivalrous and true.  Oh but were I a standard bearer for the sure and true.  My heart would sing forever.

We tell our selves.  We tell our selves again and again.  Oh, but were that me, the soldier of soldiers, the brave stoic soldier of soldiers.  Oh that the moment in time to be good is here again.   Oh that it is a moment of no frustration, of no foolishness, of no ass backwards behavior.  Oh, if only.

As have been many that have come before, so often, so hard charging, so eminently luminous…..the past is prologue.  It sets that which must come next.  Our past was yesterday.  It will not bear on tomorrow.   Our reactions harsh and fearful and weak.  Our past small, narrow and petty.

We come from hard times and look through many prisms.  There has been frustration and false premise.  There has been false horizons and false dawns.  Actors act.  They wonder.  They cannot see yesterday.  They cannot see tomorrow.

Yesterday’s toys.

David Frum…The Week

http://theweek.com/article/index/214436/life-in-the-real-world

Roger Simon…Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0411/53477.html

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

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Dominance Games: Yesterday’s toys

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 3, 2011 by B Schiff

So.  Now we have a moment in time.  It is a fine and great moment…a moment that can be a magic springboard and springboard us back to the very best versions of our very best selves.  It can be a springboard to the very best selves that we hold dear and deep in our hearts, the ones we think of when we day dream and are heroic.

We are teary eyed wonders saluting our flags of strength and it is not by accident that we brave many things in order to envision the best of natures noblemen and women.  Honor fulfilled, large injustices not metastasized, as one we cherish our common suffering and our common courage and valor.  Oh but were that my exploits could be chivalrous and true.  Oh but were I a standard bearer for the sure and true.  My heart would sing forever.

We tell our selves.  We tell our selves again and again.  Oh, but were that me, the soldier of soldiers, the brave stoic soldier of soldiers.  Oh that the moment in time to be good is here again.   Oh that it is a moment of no frustration, of no foolishness, of no ass backwards behavior.  Oh, if only.

As have been many that have come before, so often, so hard charging, so eminently luminous…..the past is prologue.  It sets that which must come next.  Our past was yesterday.  It will not bear on tomorrow.   Our reactions harsh and fearful and weak.  Our past small, narrow and petty.

We come from hard times and look through many prisms.  There has been frustration and false premise.  There has been false horizons and false dawns.  Actors act.  They wonder.  They cannot see yesterday.  They cannot see tomorrow.

Yesterday’s toys.

David Frum…The Week

http://theweek.com/article/index/214436/life-in-the-real-world

Roger Simon…Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0411/53477.html

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

http://bschiff.com/

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