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Dominance Games: Democracy for lovers

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2011 by B Schiff

Goodness and mercy are not always goodness and mercy.  Hope and dreams are not always hope and dreams.  The goodly heroes are not always plaster saints.

On our terms things are not always on our terms.

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.

We love it dearly and cherish it completely.  And we understand it as well.

Ideas

Joe Klein in Time

http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2068607,00.html

From  The Weekly Standard

http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/015/854xppnl.asp

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Book Info

Posted in Politics, writing with tags , , , , , , , on May 7, 2011 by B Schiff

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Books

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel

Back alleys. Aphrodisiacs. Sweet honor, power, revenge. A hard, tough country with life full, intimidation fast, heat coming as a whippet, a whirlwind. A hard cynical little novel. 50,000 words. Dominance Games. A dirty rapt primer. a mean searing little story. Intimidation stalks time and decades. A tempered stew radiates out from the sinews and muscles of longing and regret.

http://www.amazon.com/Dominance-Games-Essay-Power-ebook/dp/B004SHEV74/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_cart_2

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/39291

Lust Games: An Essay on Honor A Novel

Honor; the wicked master. Redemption, the tough and unforgiving act. Lust; the wicked mistress. Death. Legacies. A heathen home. Paradise lost. Lust driven temptresses. Besotted clowns. Worlds in flux. Cynical chiselers, power hungry bastards, low rent power vacuums. Integrity. Victory. Two lovers. A muse. Lust Games: an Essay on Honor, 58, 000 words. High rent parades of fools.

http://www.amazon.com/Lust-Games-Essay-Honor-ebook/dp/B004SHEX0Y/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2

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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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Here there and everywhere.

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2011 by B Schiff

Here there and everywhere.  The world is overrun by the foreign other.  The foreign other is an evil other who is stealth and quiet and who comes as a thief waiting, waiting, waiting to bite the hand that feeds, to ruin the new mother that suckles.  The bad bad foreign other.

The proud defenders of the faith.  Ah…the good for me is good for you.  The right for me is right.  Harmony requires the harmonic.  Identity requires the identified.  Live with me, be of me.  Stand for the good and decent and pure, the right.  Don’t tread on me.  Don’t sing songs of change.

See saw.  See saw.  Up and down.  Up and down.  All the mean spirited dimwits.  All the rotten thieves in the night.  Stealing our heritage.  Stealing identity.  Meaning me harm.  They are not like me.  The interlopers interlope.  The Knights of the round table defend the good.  They are not of the civilized.

Here there and everywhere.  They bring not to the table.  They know nothing.  Fractures.  Separation.  The whole is not a liquid thing.  The whole is no boundaried mosaic, pieces separate and enclosed.  The  melders.  Those standing uninvited.  Who flips on who with  goodness of spirit.and common respect? Not me.

European problems.  Not like ours.

Britain, immigraion… The Week

French Panel Debates Secularism and Islam

By STEVEN ERLANGER and MAÏA de la BAUME

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/06/world/europe/06secular.html?_r=1&scp=3&sq=immigration%20and%20multiculturalism&st=cse

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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

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The righteous right all wrongs

Posted in Commentary, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , on April 22, 2011 by B Schiff

And the virulent shall be pure and the pure shall lead and the true shall beckon heaven and the good shall be forthright.

And the secure shall be strong and the tolerant shall falter and the self righteous shall be our sultry light in the skies.

And the humble shall be honored and the loud shall not be silenced.  The quiet shall not simmer.  The reflective shall have no time, shall have no home.  The reflective shall be taught to do no other thing.

The rich shall be of fire.  The poor shall be of disdain.  The winds shall not be of reaping.  The thieves shall not be of compromise.

Backs shall be straight.  Limbs shall be strong.  Aim shall be true.  Thoughts shall be lustful.

Home shall be where the heart is.  The righteous shall right all wrongs.

F. Brinley Bruton  msnbc.msn.com

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/42225974/ns/world_news-europe

New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/20/opinion/20wed4.html?partner=rssnyt&emc=rss

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Dominance Games: The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.

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

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Books …… Death Seeks His Muse…..A Novella     ………  A Muse in Time ….. A Novella ……..    Dominance Games: An Essay on Power     A Novel    …….. Lust Games: An Essay on Honor    A Novel      ……… Void Games: An Essay on Revenge     A novel ….

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Not tomorrow

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2011 by B Schiff

Dark actors stave off will and protection.  Weak actors stave off  glory and backbone.  Anarchy, off blue saviors, the color of  any which way you wish.

Good bedfellows sing me sad songs.  Good bedfellows bless the beasts and the children.  Good thieves are good enemies.

Please protect me from freedom.  Please protect me from protection.  Let me habituate in the wild and be an animal.

Government is a rant.  The oppressive might of the wage slave is an illusive quality.  Where to find a balance?  Where to find the love?  The tears of a clown.

Complacency, protection.  Private.  Public.  The head spins.  My individuality.  My community.  My world.  My rough hewn self.  My charismatic, empathetic heart.  Oh, the misery of existence.  The traps of my tears.  The cries of my conscience.

Washington Post….

http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/in-okla-a-beneficiary-sours-on-federal-spending/2011/04/10/AFd24AHD_story.html

The Economist

http://www.economist.com/blogs/dailychart/2011/04/public_opinion_capitalism

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The pure of the lure

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

Policy is the property of the thoughtful, the innovated, the non disingenuous.  It is a reasoned thing  covered in the necessary language of the love.  It is a basic image of a picture. It is a basic simpleton of a picture of an image of a cluster of a backwater.

Policy is the logic of the gods.

The lure of the pure.

Lexington.. The Economist

http://www.economist.com/node/18529711

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Another quickie: The life and times of the gray ghost of Christmases past

Posted in Commentary, News, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 9, 2011 by B Schiff

Sing me no sad songs…..my heart bleeds for the joys of sin

I get up in the morning and seek the world I’m in…..

Marl Milian  on CNN.com

http://www.cnn.com/2011/TECH/mobile/03/31/google.face/index.html?iref=allsearch

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