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Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, opinion, political science, Politics with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 4, 2013 by B Schiff

Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

It is the honor of consistency …… of accountability ….. of treating hypocrisy as a curse …. of feeling morsels of stabbing pains whenever taking differing sides of the same issue as a matter of convenience, of bonhomie or route to suck up or power or happy joyful cynicism,

Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

It the honor of the seven heavenly virtues   … those of faith, hope and charity  …..  prudence, justice restraint, courage ….. that guides the mouths, minds and actions of those who wish to preserve the Union, the democratic union, the democratic way, the will of the obtuse.

Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

It is the honor of seeking a non cesspool of a society unpolluted by the restraints of class, cool, standing, humbleness, sanctuary of action or awareness of all consequence of actions.

Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

Virtue is irredeemable.  Oafishness is pride.  Power grubbing is life’s blood.  Singular ignorance is coin of the realm.

Honor is the driving force of the public fool.

Honor is the driving force of the public.

Honor.

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refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

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Fifty shades of bullsh-t is the new gaudy shade of honor.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, Fascism,, News, opinion, political science, Politics with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 31, 2013 by B Schiff

Fifty shades of bullsh-t is the new gaudy shade of honor.

City kids are dumb and worthless so underfund, marginalize, demonize their schools and their teachers.  Benign neglect in loud mouths clothing.

If read meat eaters and carriers want so much to not govern then let them not …….. and let all outsiders who don’t wish to depend upon the kindness of others be driven away.

Good minority rights means that any practiced minority of power grubbers that can game the system can game the system and that any unpracticed minority that cant is dog meat.

The having of street smarts declares that in the political arena business, the political speak business, by virtue of same one must then be a liar, a pimp, a whore, a cynical vapid manipulator who speaks in agenda and the angels of no ones better nature.

Any pretense of self awareness is gone with the wind when arrogant bastards battle. wheeze, maneuver, jam policy, law, opinion, depredation.

Fifty shades of bullsh-t is the new gaudy shade of honor.

The devolution of  the system is the fun before the take over.

Strength through aggression.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

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refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Joe McCarthy. Joe McCarthy. Joe McCarthy. Joe McCarthy.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, Fascism,, News, opinion, political science, Politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2013 by B Schiff

Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.

Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy. Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.

Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.

Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy. Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.  Joe McCarthy.

Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.  Ted Cruz.

Ain’t the same in name or game.

Beam on boys and girls.

Dream on boys and girls.

Heroes.  Heroes.  Heroes.

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refer

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War between and among. War over, under and about. War vs. reason, intellectualism, rationality, academia, moderation. Lets Balkanize these United States.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, WPrightnow with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 21, 2013 by B Schiff

War between and among.  War over, under and about.  War vs. reason, intellectualism, rationality, academia, moderation.  Lets Balkanize these United States.

Lets Balkanize these United States.  Lets roll back the clock and nullify the civil War. Lets set state out for state …. state out against state ….. armed states against armed states ….. troopers at all borders ….. spates and hates of north and south …. east and west ,,,,, urban and rural ,,,,,, my country tis of thee.

Lets Balkanize these United States.

Lets have tactical warfare …. streaming scheming seeming  …. hot oligarchic or mob run  power bases moving  to take over significant territories so that the Balkanized world will be a wonder of proficiency.

Lets Balkanize these United States.

No coherent whole.  National identity for suckers.  National loyalty. …. a babe’s dream.

Lets Balkanize these United States.

Just Partisans and rocks … Partisans and bottles ……. Partisans and grenades ….. Partisans and flags and causes hot and aggressive.

Lets Balkanize these United States.

War between and among.  War over, under and about.  War vs. reason, intellectualism, rationality, academia, moderation, thoughtfulness, critical thought.  Hot blood is the good right blood.

Lets Balkanize these United States.

Breaking up is fun to do.

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refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

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http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Wage slaves, thought slaves, big lies, little lies, smiley buck toothed bastards,

Posted in Commentary,, current events, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 14, 2013 by B Schiff

Wage slaves, thought slaves, big lies, little lies, smiley buck toothed bastards,

Politics ain’t beanbags.  Politicians want money, power, prestige, wine, women, song ,,,, men, perks, eternity.

Dirty dirty money, wealth of nations, the stealing of the wealth of nations, the controlling of the wealth of nations.

Prisons, laws of intimidation, disenfranchisement, control of control, control of control of the freedom of movement,  of thought, of screech, of assembly, discourse.

Propaganda, big lies, little lies, smiley buck toothed bastards, cackling seething witches parade in slime and sludge.

Pecking orders.  Caste systems.  Souls and forearms bought and sold … swept, kept for pleasure.

Wage slaves.  Thought slaves.  Poverty slaves.  Under the boot slaves.

Politics ain’t beanbags.  Gods and goddesses, politicians want  wealth, stealth, power, presence, prestige, swine, women, song ,,,, eternity, grandeur ……. the baseball bat.

Cherishingly mean.

Fight the noble fight.  Preserve the ideas, ideals, structures, purposes, aims, grace, of golden fleeced democracy in action and deep powers unchained in balance.

Thanks be to the depths of hell.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Heavy lies the weight of the nation, the questions of war and peace.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 12, 2013 by B Schiff

Heavy lies the weight of the nation, the questions of war and peace.

Heavy lies the weight of the nation, the questions of war and peace, of using up more canon fodder where desired and heavy lies the weight of thought and maturity upon the non calculating drones who eat big questions for sport while just time and time again using little questions for just dessert.

Heavy lies the weight of the realization that big questions are for big people and that big people must be puffed up by big winds blowing through the cavities of empty bodies and porous brains in order to puff them up so that they can float well as real and trial balloons.

Heavy is the pace of action when action requires a world view in favor of interests at odds with the attainment of personal gain, personal toadying, personal aggrandizement, personal flags waving over personal triumphs for all other personal persons to recognize as that of the man to see and toady to, honor, as he or she fights the good fight to wrestle control of the spigot of tender loving influence from the heathens of another stripe.

Lets stand for the right of being a colossus of eternal use.

The system goes round and round.

Bless the calculations.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Our Battling Bastards of Bataan. No friends. No relations. No sentimental vacations.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 5, 2013 by B Schiff

Our Battling Bastards of Bataan.  No friends.  No relations.  No sentimental vacations.

No police.  No city services.  No fire fighters.  No schools.  No teachers.  No friends.  No relations.  No sentimental vacations.

The Battling Bastards of Bataan,
“No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam,
No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces,
No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces,
And nobody gives a damn!”

No police.  No city services.  No fire fighters.  No schools.  No teachers.  No friends.  No relations.  No sentimental vacations.

The Battling Bastards of Bastardland today,
“No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam,
No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces,
No pills, no plans, no workable pieces,
And nobody gives a damn!”

“No books, no looks, no Uncle Sam,
No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no bread,
No thrills, no safety, no usable cred,
And nobody gives a damn!”

“No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam,
No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces,
Send fodder, send planes, send artillery pieces,
And nobody gives a damn!”

Let’s fight the good fight.

Not here at home.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Lets stand for the right of being a colossus of eternal use. Bless the calculations.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2013 by B Schiff

Lets stand for the right of being a colossus of eternal use.  Bless the calculations.

Heavy lies the weight of the nation, the questions of war and peace, of using up more canon fodder where desired and heavy lies the weight of thought and maturity upon the non calculating drones who eat big questions for sport while just time and time again using little questions for just dessert.

Heavy lies the weight of the realization that big questions are for big people and that big people must be puffed up by big winds blowing through the cavities of empty bodies and porous brains in order to puff them up so that they can float well as real and trial balloons.

Heavy is the pace of action when action requires a world view in favor of interests at odds with the attainment of personal gain, personal toadying, personal aggrandizement, personal flags waving over personal triumphs for all other personal persons to recognize as that of the man to see and toady to, honor, as he or she fights the good fight to wrestle control of the spigot of tender loving influence from the heathens of another stripe.

Lets stand for the right of being a colossus of eternal use.

The system goes round and round.

Bless the calculations.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Thanks be to the depths of hell. The controlling of the wealth of nations.

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2013 by B Schiff

Thanks be to the depths of hell.  The controlling of the wealth of nations.

Politics ain’t beanbags.  Politicians want money, power, prestige, wine, women, song ,,,, men, perks, eternity.

Dirty dirty money, wealth of nations, the stealing of the wealth of nations, the controlling of the wealth of nations.

Prisons, laws of intimidation, disenfranchisement, control of control, control of control of the freedom of movement,  of thought, of screech, of assembly, discourse.

Propaganda, big lies, little lies, smiley buck toothed bastards, cackling seething witches parade in slime and sludge.

Pecking orders.  Caste systems.  Souls and forearms bought and sold … swept, kept for pleasure.

Wage slaves.  Thought slaves.  Poverty slaves.  Under the boot slaves.

Politics ain’t beanbags.  Gods and goddesses, politicians want  wealth, stealth, power, presence, prestige, swine, women, song ,,,, eternity, grandeur ……. the baseball bat.

Cherishingly mean.

Fight the noble fight.  Preserve the ideas, ideals, structures, purposes, aims, grace, of golden fleeced democracy in action and deep powers unchained in balance.

Thanks be to the depths of hell.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Jobs may come and go as a sop to circumstance. Power flows in the directions it is sent

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, economics, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2013 by B Schiff

Jobs may come and go as a sop to circumstance.  Power flows in the directions it is sent

Unions are wonderful.  Except that they are pigs.  So says the red white and blue.  So says the victims of their pig-hood.  All power players overplay their hands.  All power players take too much trust for granted and they lose it when they can’t enforce it.  Sell the good.  Address the fears.  Don’t push one rotten master for another.  The losers need a good power base … not a jack boot.

Selfish is as selfish does.  Buying stability with rational fairness is a hard sell for those who see no benefits to themselves or their own by helping bastards who can’t help themselves and who don’t have the goods to blackmail the populous with no jobs or jobs on our terms …. a happy equation that the free independent minded American seems overjoyed to accept.

The key is the protection from the underclass or the forces of the underclass.  Weapons are good for that.  The underclass is the dangerous class.  In the proper caste system the underclass is under the heel.  They get out on Our terms if at all.  They serve, give up their bodies, their labor, thank their lords and masters for the chances given for survival.  With great wealth and power comes great wealth and power.  Few give that up easily.

Jobs may come and go as a sop to circumstance.  Power flows in the directions it is sent.

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

If you had any guts you’d wrap yourself in a flag and smother it in the breeze of redemption

Posted in Commentary,, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 9, 2013 by B Schiff

If you had any guts you’d wrap yourself in a flag and smother it  in the breeze of redemption

If you had any guts you’d hate more

If you had any guts you’d spit more

If you had any guts you’d foam at the mouth better

If you had any guts you’d bay at the moon with sweeter voice

If you had any guts you’d love the sport of lynching

If you had any guts you’d smack down the weak, infirm and destitute worthless more

If you had any guts you’d afflict the comfortable never and sneer at the thought

If you had any guts you’d comfort the afflicted with rat poison and sharp knives … good sport

If you had any guts you’d champion the need for a permanent class of untouchables and peons

If you had any guts you’d work harder to be bought and sold …. to buy and sell

If you had any guts you’d be the proud prancer of shrouded justice

If you had any guts you’d break, own, dismantle and despise with much more vigor

If you had any guts you’d wrap yourself in a flag and smother it  in the breeze of redemption

Dominance Games…..politics, news, commentary, analysis…. The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…https://dominancegamespolitics.com/

books…  http://bschiff.com/

http://twitter.com/BSchiff2

refer

http://www.etalkinghead.com/

http://thepoliticalforums.com/

http://www.thejeffersontree.com/

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel …. Installment 3

Posted in books, dominance, Drama, fiction, literature, Mystery, noir, novels, political fiction, political novels, Politics, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2013 by B Schiff

Installment 3

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power

A Novel

Disembarked from Europe, the damned war, discharged, Richard  Kenny went home.  He would pick up his life.  He would pick up his wife.  He would settle his life.

Richard  Kenny’s wife made money.  She made money for herself.  She knew people, Richard  Kenny’s wife.  She could take her pick of all different kinds of suave, Richard Kenny’s wife.  She could dance naked in the streets of the Bowery when snow was in season, Richard Kenny’s wife.

Recuperating Soldiers had been assigned to areas in the South of  France.  There was aid and comfort given.  Richard  Kenny took pleasure, rest, recreation.

There were not many people there not of French citizenry, sans armies; there was one woman there, an expatriated American.  She gloried in the life there.  Her money was safe.  She was a political sparrow, a rare bird of hidden prey.  She respected her politics.  She grappled with the circumstance of war.  She had been widowed in New York, had found it in her best interests not to remarry.  Her husband was precocious in corruption, precocious in death.  She had refined sensibilities, Richard  Kenny’s wife; defined realities.

Richard  Kenny’s wife had known Richard  Kenny in New York.  She had known Sweet Amy.  She had been seen and left by all of the usual snakes.  There was usual carnage she had seen on the battle fields of the slick and willful.

The once and past husband of Richard  Kenny’s wife married smartly.  He was older, she, younger.  Her own background had been moneyed, once.  Much of what held it went the way of all flesh.  She was alluring, attractive.  She was lean and lithe, had sincere, perceptive eyes.  She was smart enough not to be slain by inches.

Rational thinkers.  She was descended from rational thinkers.  She was educated, fascinated, Richard  Kenny’s wife.  She knew pity.  Never young and callow, tribute was hers.  Those who were not saved was not saved.  She garnered respect for the infinities of presumed strength.  Richard  Kenny’s wife knew the games of her fathers, her mothers.

* * * * * * * * * *

There were newspaper people, those with the key to plans for good and clean living, blessed vision, truth, beauty.  Faith, hope, charity.  An abundance of knowledge Richard  Kenny’s wife had.  She would enter Richard’s party, sleek deviate, naked, fallow, susceptible to the weak, marginal and strong, a scholar herself in the study and practice of her arts.

She was pleasant, perfunctory, Richard  Kenny’s wife.  She showed Richard  Kenny respect.  He showed her the same.  She was a woman of much substance, Richard  Kenny’s wife.  Richard  Kenny showed her respect.  It was more than respect for a wife.  That she was the mother of Babe only seems right.  Babe was of her.  Babe was special.

Like her mommy and daddy before her Babe Kenny loved the dance.  It allowed her enjoyment, companionship.  It gave her pleasure.  Daddy, Richard  Kenny, was not heaven’s gift to the goodness needed somewhere, somehow on god’s green earth but Babe  Kenny knew that Daddy had the requisite degrees of meanness and joy.  Richard  Kenny had his points.  Daddy was a good man.  He had shame in his past.  About such things as Babe was concerned, daddy was one who understood.

Richard  Kenny did not want that his Babe should have the type of life that he had had.  He vowed to remove her from the types of pressures that had made life for him, at times, a very trying experience.  If little Babe grew up to be just another run of the mill flighty little bitch then so be it.  He would try his best to help make her canny and wise to the ways of the world as he saw it, smart enough to know when and how to speak, to whom and for what reason to speak.

Richard  Kenny had great hopes that he would have his little girl grow up to not be a damned little whiner, to not be one enmeshed of trivial nonsensical banal emptiness.  He did not want his Babe to be married to the damned pretentious, the usual clowns and hangers on, the high place and good breeding numbing flag waving absurd.

Between the jumping fools he knew that paraded as men and the laughing idiots he knew that paraded as women, Richard  Kenny knew that it was a bad  proposition to expect that his little girl grow up to be anything like a fine and decent person.  For sure, Richard  Kenny knew that there was no damned such thing.  He also knew that his dream was cock-eyed and dumb and that if he had ever met such a woman as he had to himself described he would probably kick her in the  ass and try to turn her into the damned no good  whore that he would have been sure that she  had been.

Richard  Kenny wanted his Babe to have some guts.  He wanted her to be able to have a little bit of  class, have some reserve, some manners.  Given what he knew of the damned  world he knew he was hoping for too damned  much.  There were many things which were simply not in the repertoires of the worlds in which he lived, probably not in the repertoires of any world in which anyone  lived except for the little dream  world he had in his  mind that would make and allow his  little girl to be at least bearable.

She, Babe Kenny knew herself to be an American citizen and she felt that New York, offering what she thought to be at least a different world from the one in which she lived, offered the largest chance for her to attain the understandings and plays she so clamored after.  She, Babe  Kenny felt that someday she might very well turn out to be some poor little rich  bitch with some  asinine Italian  lover dangling from her rich  little arm and some other asinine little  peccadillo with the  cook’s  little  daughter to scream about to her worthless  friends.  For the mean, though, she would look towards, for, something else.  If she failed there would be all of those rancid little pleasures waiting.  If she failed to find that which she was looking for she knew that the  cook would have an sick fuck assed daughter with death in her  heart, that the asinine  Italian lover would be a stiff and that he would  try to steel her money and make her crazy.

Babe  Kenny felt that there was not much more to be had for her, her father, in the South of  France.  It had become a poisoned well.

She had then a fondness for the English speaking peoples, and she would not have been adverse to either London or Paris if Richard  Kenny could find some  cause to see either of those places as desirable.  Babe  Kenny knew that daddy was not one who held New York as his favorite place, having long since given up its ghost, and from what she could make out, having long since given up its ghost with  pleasure.

Babe  Kenny, then, would try to find a way to force movement to London, or at least Paris, but she would hope for a way to return the family to New York from whence it came.  She would, she knew, be able to move where and when she wanted.  She was free, she had means.  She could do as she damn well pleased.

* * * * * * * * * *

Babe Kenny was facetious.  Her mother had left her.

She loved not too wisely but too well, Babe Kenny.

She eluded the grasps of wild eyed men, Babe Kenny.

Queen of sustenance and honor reaped by  worship, Babe  Kenny.

She baited and cooed, Babe  Kenny.  She, laughed, darted, promised lusts with her hips, said goodbye with her lips, Babe  Kenny.  She, inspired trust, Babe Kenny, her voice aching want.  Specters, false bravados, itinerant needs, Babe  Kenny.  A past that wished only to collect on its debt to itself, Babe  Kenny.

She liked doing business with men who would conquer the  world, Babe  Kenny, liked helping flies lose their wings, Babe  Kenny; liked helping megalomaniacs get stronger, liked getting with those cynical, perverse to a point, Babe  Kenny.

She dealt with policy makers, Babe   Kenny.  It behooved her to skepticism.  She reserved special insight for those special individuals with wholesome abilities, Babe   Kenny.  She saw and did intelligent things.  In matured and intelligent splendor she found time to exhibit depths of understanding, sharpness of vision.  Demure and outstanding, Babe   Kenny was fascinated.  She was tempted to throw herself at the feet of all overriding capacities, all overriding capabilities.  Her honor easily marshaled, her awe easily overcome, she was a rotten hostess to money and power.

Babe  Kenny, a young woman of twenty five.  When not pursuing the ferocious games she was involving herself in, she was involving herself in what she thought to be conditions in her world which could justifiably be called wanting.  She did not usually throw off the gains and relics of a misspent past.  She did not put on herself the mantel of St Joan, cloaks of sack cloth and ashes, purposes enmeshed with deep burning desires to right all of the inequities, the inequalities, of mankind.  She did not commit herself to the creation of a new and better world, did not place altruism upon the list of virtues towards which she aspired.

Much curious as to the nature of the United States, her country, her people, the well from which Daddy sprung, his problems sprung, Babe  Kenny, involved herself with some groups involved in aspects of the coming social upheaval.  She involved herself with some groups which had primary interests in preventing evil, in maintaining right.

She traveled much, also, in those years, Babe  Kenny.  She established for herself a satisfactory ability to survive, neatly, efficiently.  As a means of continuity, she involved herself with the fields of publishing, running errands, doing some light research for friends connected with national organizations.

She was able to produce what was asked of her without making undue demands, Babe  Kenny.  She established satisfactory loose relationships that served adequately the aims and desires of all parties involved, Babe  Kenny.  She went often to Washington.  Often she stayed for protracted periods.  She did not find herself over weaned, overwhelmed.  The many bright young things, the many bright young smiles ran up and down the highways and byways of goodness and charm.  This was not a heaven to capture Babe  Kenny’s fancy.

An occasional congressman, an occasional sterling thing from State, Justice, tried to convince Babe  Kenny of the goodness of his heart, the warmth of his purpose.  Babe  Kenny was not overly eager to be in the clutches of the idealistic, the cynical wonders who smiled so brightly, worked so feverishly, championed so greatly the dignity of justice, of man, of mankind.

There were media people, there were those with the key to god’s own plan for good and clean living, the revelation of his wonders.  In their hearts they knew that they were blessed with vision.  Truth and beauty followed in their wake.  All would lead the way ever after to the foundations of the noble and true.  All bright young things were of firm beliefs.  They all saw through sham and injustice.

Babe  Kenny, also in Washington, met many of the many who lobbied for the cause of all things great, all things which would make all things greater, all things which would be guaranteed to be great.  She met those representing things that had made America what it was.

They were bright and they too were young, the heroes of Babe  Kenny.  Anxiety jumped upon practicality, strength triumphed reason, disorder was a mother.  Disunity fomented.  Spring was cherished.  The earnest and so pure.  Babe  Kenny liked them best.  Babe  Kenny dealt with policy makers.  It behooved Babe to skepticism.  She reserved insight for those special individuals with wholesome abilities.  They saw and did intelligent things.  Charmingly lucid.  In matured and intelligent splendor they found time to exhibit the depths of their understanding.

The earnest and pure.  Babe  Kenny liked them best.

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