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Individualism means never having to say that you are an individual

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2013 by B Schiff

Individualism means never having to say that you are an individual

Its nice to have a party system where the parties stand for something and that the sum of any and all individuals partaking of the party’s largess amounts to the dead beat of closed down minds and vapid lock steps.

The great party of individualism is the great grand party of cookie cutter speech and minds deemed insufficient for the browsing of ideas or issues.  Individualism means never having to say that you are an individual.

The purity and enforcement and intimidation of high minded authoritarians speaks proud to their quest for outright freedom.

God bless the whip hand.

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Dominance Games: An Essay on Power A Novel …. Installment 4

Posted in books, dominance, Drama, fiction, literature, Mystery, noir, novels, political fiction, political novels, Politics, writing with tags , , , , , on July 20, 2013 by B Schiff

Installment 4

Dominance Games: An Essay on Power

A Novel

Johnny boy, Rachel.  I trusted them as much as I could, as much as circumstance allowed.

Johnny boy found himself to be the attenuated hero of his dreams.

He had landed in New York at the age of six as had many before.

He hustled.  He was a smart boy, in his element.

Johnny boy was three years old, stuck in the hell hole of North Africa.  One who once knew the captain of the ship that brought him there spotted Johnny boy, claimed him, made arrangements for his custody.  Johnny boy, a much traveled little boy, made his way from the steppes of central Asia to a house on a hill outside of Washington, D. C.  He had a set of neighbors at great pains to insure his happiness.  He had a home, a maid.  He had an abundance of friends who knew not why they liked him so.  Life was good.  New York City.  The city was magic, then, the place to be.  Wonder, madness, darkness, light, dreams.  Johnny boy came shortly.

Johnny had been graduated from college with a degree in Mathematics.  There was a comparative ease of economic pressures in those years.  The school offered him necessity, not fellowship which he did not crave.  The students with whom he came in contact were nice enough, a bit banal, some naïve.  Mirrors of sophistication, they offered little more than the continuation of the sophomorics he found so prevalent.

Johnny boy found no particular use for them, no particular need to sift through the chaff to get to the wheat.  Johnny boy was quite content to let college boys and girls be college boys and girls and he was quite content to allow them all to exist as happy little children, knowledgeable and all knowing, the cream of god’s creatures on his green little earth.  There was chatter and interests.  Tonics.  Flatulence.

Johnny boy, Rachel.

There were times when they had felt themselves very much apart of each other’s lives.  There were times when the thought of the other brought no more than a nod of recognition, a remembrance of pain.  Together Johnny boy and Rachel had finally conquered the devil, so it seemed.  Too wise they were to be running around like two little horses asses.  Johnny boy would not be bothered with demonic nonsense.  There were more and more liabilities to deal with, situational liabilities.

Rachel had done, seen.  She too loved the help.  Marriage was something.  It could exist without having to immerse itself into the world of eternal indulgence.  They would run the game for a while.  They would be romantic.

Johnny boy fought a war.  It was a mean little war.  It was everyone’s favorite little war.  He had enlisted in the Army.  The life he found after college was not overpoweringly fertile

Emiliana Garcia, his maid, had died.  He was left with no one that he cared for.  Emiliana Garcia was his family.

He was empty, Johnny boy was.  There were no great distractions.  There was a lot of noise.  Johnny wanted to do something with himself, to fight.  He wanted to be a proficient killer.  The knowledge and the discipline would not hurt him.  He might spend his life drifting.  For this he was not ready.

He learned.  He served.  Johnny fought a mean little war.  It was a dirty little war.  It was everyone’s favorite little war.  He was enlisted in the Army.  Life was an indulgence.

He went.  He returned.  A commissioned man.  He learned a great deal, Johnny boy.

Soon after he went to France, then to Africa.  He served.  Mercenary life was an indulgence.  He acquired some money.  He went to enjoy the offerings of the Mediterranean coast.  It was warm.  There was sun.  In Spain he watched searchers of truth and beauty cover the southern coast.  Exotic pleasures offered much.  Pleasures, dreams.

Johnny boy did not begrudge the new order of the lost, their fun, their enjoyment, their style.  Pleasant in some ways, interesting, the grasp at life.  He had knowledge of many things, Johnny boy.  Not yet the full degree of greatness promised.  Banal predecessors had managed to cross his path. Emiliana Garcia was his maid, was his family.

He bade his time, Johnny boy.  Johnny boy found in the companionship of some of his friends some understanding of the trials of man that he did not find elsewhere.

There was the understanding of the way of life that went with trial, trouble when it was a constant.  The world had many sides to offer the lovers of all things porous and knowing.  Johnny boy had reservoirs of mean confrontations in his wake, reservoirs of mean kills.

Johnny boy left from Spain and returned to the United States, to New York, to the Village which had been his home.  He stayed only a short while.  He moved to Washington. D.C.  He knew people in government work.  He found an apartment.  He looked for things to do.  The cynical and the snide.  The adventurous and cruel.  The smart and the just.  Nonchalance and complacency.  Simpatico.  Virtue shined upon the great unwashed in the lands of dreams.

There was poetry in the spirit that loved to implement for all the best of all possible worlds, the spirit which so nobly implemented the hopes and dreams of mankind with devotion to duty, with little implementations of fond little wants.

It was very good, John had grown to think, that there were so many who were so assiduously spending so much of their time looking out for gross deployment of noble honor.  The domesticated pets were facile and they were happy.  They were domesticated.  They were frivolous creatures who opposed the good.  They were all around.

Johnny boy had often seen the dregs of unbridled, beloved ignorance valiantly go into battle, time after time, with the greater dregs of same.  Johnny boy, in America, was becoming more and more fascinated by unvarnished confrontation, unvarnished abilities to make magical the beat, beat, beat of bloodshed, the beat, beat, beat of beloved ignorance.

Johnny boy, Rachel.  Surprise, not necessarily delight.  Rachel was a wonderful girl in her way.  Rachel was smart, he had met few smarter.  She was good, very, very good.  Rachel demanded much in return for her goodness.  She wanted much in the way of hard and cold reserve.  She was warm when she had to be warm, Rachel.  She was not always to touch.  She could be ice, ice which well protected vestiges of movement.

Rachel was good, very, very good, but Rachel was wary and Rachel was one who liked being wary, one who could manage to be wary.  Rachel was good, very, very good, but Rachel would not let the thoughts of her heart come out and play.  Rachel did not care to be among those who demanded that she be wise, very, very wise.

Rachel was good, very, very good but Rachel was not going to let anyone prevent Rachel from following the paths she set out to follow.  Rachel was good, very, very good but Rachel was not going to open up her little heart for the sake of anything or anyone because Rachel shared her little heart with none and nothing and Rachel maneuvered from the outside looking in.  Rachel was sublime.

Johnny boy, Rachel.

Rachel, Johnny boy.

Rachel was not happy.

Johnny boy was true, very, very true.  Johnny would stick.  Johnny would stay and do what had to be done.  Johnny would be there if needed.  He could leave if not.  Johnny boy was true.

Johnny was a cynical bastard who was rotten and self centered to the core but Johnny boy was true.  He was a wanderer, a panderer, a bum.  He was lazy and he cared not to move.  He was unimpressed by the joys of interaction.  Johnny boy was intent on being left alone.  He wanted his peace.  Johnny boy wanted not to be put upon by anything or anybody.  Johnny was what his god had made him.  The world was full of poor lost bastards.  Johnny boy owed his god a fine steady trek through his world, sneered at the conversations of man, was not about to be anybody’s helper, chose his company carefully.

Johnny boy did not care to be to be anyone’s holy redeemer.  He didn’t trust the beautiful.  He worshipped the damned.  He thought that he was a  idiot for even opening his eyes in the morning.

Johnny boy, Rachel.  Rachel, Johnny boy.  Johnny boy was true.  Johnny boy was good.  Johnny boy would stick.  He would stay and do what had to be done.

Sometimes the mirror got too ugly, sometimes too nice.

Johnny boy, Rachel.  Rachel, Johnny boy.  God’s gift to each other.  Johnny boy, Rachel.  Rachel, Johnny boy.  There were more and more liabilities to deal with, situational liabilities.  They would run the gamut for a while.  They would be romantic.

They were exhuming the dead, Johnny boy, Rachel .

Rachel provided experience, experience pressed with flowers in the photograph album of my life.  Johnny boy, in America, more and more fascinated by unvarnished abilities to make magical the beat, beat, beat of his heartstrings.

My Rachel was a moment in time.  She was a quick fix of a moment and she was open to challenge and she was the sweet young song playing, a riff in mood, a haunting melody, a delicate tune..

Johnny boy, Rachel.

Johnny boy, Rachel.

Rachel, Johnny boy.

Sucked the life out of each other.

Sucked the death out of each other.

“I will be lusts depository for you, Johnny boy,” Rachel said to Johnny boy to make him smile.

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Butch …. again

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 9, 2012 by B Schiff

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the self proclaimed tough bastards who were always ready to pounce upon the poor, lame unfortunates who lacked their manhood and their super smooth way of seeing things.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the fire pointing, fist thumping heroes who would define all in relationship to God’s strong moral turpitude and rough moral fiber.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the hammers and the prancers … the bellowers and the intimidators … the aggressors and the breakers and the beaters and the all inspiring haters.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the frolicking knights of deep purple and silvery sword …. the answers to self awareness and fierce wishes for destruction of lessers for now and forever.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. Butch.

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Never Again

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags , , , , , , , , on August 3, 2012 by B Schiff

Free speech.  Free money.  Free manipulation of the poor over burdened political system and the poor under burdened voter.

Who spends what for what?  Who is the champion of money talking ….. the rest walking?  Ply the cracks in the system nine ways from Sunday…… power goes to those who hold the reins on the mechanisms and structures of government, power, politics, control of movement, resource, wealth, intimidation, muscle.

What balance want we , the sainted folk and people?  What balance want we the desperate swimmers against the tide?  Do we want owners who are high handed and sniveling or do we want owners who work in silence and cut throats in the still of the night?

Do we want owners who mandate our existence or do we want owners who pen us in, violate our beings, and leave us nowhere to go?

What skews the power towards the powerful?  In these United States that used to be an important question?  Never Again.

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Dumb is the currency of intercourse. Respect and fear it.

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags , , , , , , , , on July 31, 2012 by B Schiff

They are allowed to be idiots because there is power in idiocy … power in ignorance … power in hate …. power in raw knee jerk aggression and raw smack down intimidation.

The joy and power of the mob is a needful thing, a wonderful thing and the harnessing of the power of the mob is the harnessing of the powers of the ignorant, the fearful, the intimate bullies, the aggressive martyrs, the lining up of the devils to be lynched on the spot.

The mobs is a rosy thing which saves limited abilities of discipline, cool, temperate behavior, doing right for the fairy tale of the weak dreamers..

Our world is made for the knowing slobberers who speak lamely and carry a pick axe.  We envy their elan.  We envy their bearing.  We envy their way with persuasion.

Dumb is the currency of intercourse.  Respect and fear it.

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Guns II … Too butch. Too sniveling. Heroes all

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 28, 2012 by B Schiff

I don’t trust the bad guys.  I still wouldn’t want to feel at the mercy of my good government.  I, too, like to feel that I am the master of my fate the protector of myself and family.  Guns are always yet a tool, always yet a passion, a sport a symbol of self sufficiency.  Demonize not the good tool and fun thing.

People do kill people…. with guns … without guns  Point one at someone, pull the trigger, people dot get up.  tough business all around. My sanctity vs the sanctity of crazy and bad and reckless.  The rendering of harm is a dirty game.

Gun haters see no honor of those who honor their own strengths.

Gun lovers see no honor in those in fear of swift death.

Commie bastards and fascist Huns dance the merry dance..

Gun policy … just the bluster.  Too tough all to set up a human mandate.  What problem of quick death and mean intimidation … What right to stave that off.  Too butch.  Too sniveling.  Heroes all.

Pigs fly.

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Butch

Posted in Commentary, current events, dominance, News, opinion, political science, Politics, satire with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 27, 2012 by B Schiff

 

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the self proclaimed tough bastards who were always ready to pounce upon the poor, lame unfortunates who lacked their manhood and their super smooth way of seeing things.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the fire pointing, fist thumping heroes who would define all in relationship to God’s strong moral turpitude and rough moral fiber.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the hammers and the prancers … the bellowers and the intimidators … the aggressors and the breakers and the beaters and the all inspiring haters.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. the frolicking knights of deep purple and silvery sword …. the answers to self awareness and fierce wishes for destruction of lessers for now and forever.

There were once upon a time, unpleasant words for them …. Butch.

New Offering:  Book: Dominance Games / Politics …. The Evolution of the Dim …. A compendium …. Ebook….https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/208021 …. In Print: https://www.createspace.com/3943658

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