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Dominance Games: Bias

Posted in current events, dominance, News, opinion, Politics with tags , , , , , on August 22, 2011 by B Schiff

Dominance Games / Politics

There is not really a deep bias towards simplicity and dullness in our political class.  It just seems that way because of that which they say and do.  There is not really a deep bias towards simplicity and dullness in our chattering class.  It merely seems that way because of that which they say and do.  They all open their mouths and do the Herculean deed of speaking in complete recognizable sentences.

There is not really a deep bias towards simplicity and dullness in our news and views class, our information and our attention span class.  It merely seems that way because of that which they say and do.    The proud delights of dumbing reinforcement abound in the proud delights of the snaking mantras of the sirens of the songs of bate and lust that are our daily bread.

There is not really a deep bias towards simplicity and dullness in our wants and dreams class.  It merely seems that way because of that which they say and do.  We are all tired souls who are too lazy not to dance with the ones what brung us and the one what brung us are useless and there.

There is not really a deep bias towards simplicity and dullness in our hunt for the joys and privileges of stroking more and more self satisfied glory hounds class.  It merely seems that way because of that which they say and do.   We who have the substance of air and the stability nitro glycerine salute the brave and the demure.

There is not really a deep bias towards simplicity and dullness in our minds, hearts,  listening habits, our sweet reason reason class.  That is accepted glory.  A bias towards form and substance, symmetry and verve, anything else would be treason.  Sentient beings and hard assed comeuppance to overt stupidity are a danger to survival.  God damn please a bias towards tough minded reason.

Of interest:

http://harpers.org/media/pages/2011/09/pdf/HarpersMagazine-2011-09-0083591.pdf

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Dominance Games: For the fairy tales told their lying hearts

Posted in Commentary,, current events, journalism, News, opinion, political analysis, political science, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 7, 2011 by B Schiff

Sometimes you see a dance step you’ve seen a thousand times before and its just a damned dance step.  Sometimes you a dance step you’ve seen a thousand times before and its  a damned whirlwind of warped motion and preening idiocy.  Sometime thing just go bump in the night and sometimes things get so that one more dollop of the same old same old can cause one to tremble with the bends and haves seizures of anguish at the thought.

How banal is banal.  How dull is dull.  How useless is useless.  Worthless is worthless.  Simple minded is simpleminded.  The automatons conquer again and again.  The first best scourge of the weak of mind and backbone…prefabricated noxious thought that makes spectators dirty and creepy when forced to be in any close proximity…… the automatons of political sneering conquer again and again.

Can’t we ever just give a slap to the back of the head and say shut up already.  Be a sentient being.  Please, no more of sicken and be perverse.,,, no more the love of spewed garbage. The lands of dead minnows allows deader minds to prosper.

Coming and coming.  Ding and dong.  Preen and posture.  Fill the breeze with dementia, diversion, positioning and incubating viral forms of the ever continually obnoxious.

Oh, the bother to be an eternal waste of time when you’re going to be an eternal waste of time.  To lord and conquer.  Steer the ship of state as a drunken sailor. Protect and serve….  fairy tales told their lying hearts….told our sighing, dying, lying hearts.  Lord over, break down, pick up the pieces, sit on top of the rancid pile.  The future luminous and bright.

Just a gigolo and the pimp…. the princess and the madame….and all the lame damned fools who fall for them, cede to them, bow at the feet of them so damned often, so damned wisely and so damned well.

Elections are for suckers.

Lori Montgomery  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/business/economy/among-gop-an-ironclad-anti-tax-orthodoxy/2011/06/02/AG90SgJH_story.html

Jason Millman   Politico

http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0611/56304.html

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Dominance Games: The sultry seductions of the vapors of the damned

Posted in Commentary,, current events, News, opinion, political analysis, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2011 by B Schiff

Cry baby, cry.  Tears baby, tears.  Play baby, play.  Be baby, be.

Use baby, use.  Be used, babe, be used.  Worry about the bastards money coming down the pike and up the river making rich richer, making color colorful. making bright brighter for dim bulbs.   Champion aggrieved. Hedonistic moralizing.  Falling swans turn ugly ducklings over night…and the opposite.

Buy us.  Sell us.  Have us for lunch.  Have us for dinner.  Have us for play and pay, for divine indifference.  Learn the simpletons, embrace the sentence structure of those who have good talk.

Feel the heat.  Turn coy the passion.  Turn coy the scintillating seduction, the sighs, the winks, the nods, the sultry seductions of the vapors of the damned.

Cheer us on.  Break cold.  Break us down.  Tell us no tales.  Whip us no lies.  Treat us our little hearts with no tenderness or affection.

Maul us.  Devour us.  Bore us.  Sicken us.  Convince us.  Buy us.  Sell us.  Churn us up and spit us out.  Charm us freely.  Own us whole.  We have the worth.

Push and pull.  Maim and lame.  Deafen with soulful sins.

Champion us.  Chump us.  Chumped us listen.  Chumped us get rain.  Chumped us believe.  The searing truth, bought and sold, dressed up for candle light.

Buy the buy.  Spend the spend.  The scum ain’t buying nothin’foe nothin’, spending nothin’ for nothin’.  We ain’t getting nothin’ for nothin’.

Store bought wraps.   Painted woman.  Rotten candy……. Sure enough.  Tomorrow and tomorrow.  Give early and often.  Buy early and often.  Vote early and often.

Stays bought.   Gets bought.   The badge of honor.  Paid for the badge of honor.  Elections: the usual and the cheap.   The shell games and the phony fronts.  The messages suckers listen to…….Idealists be happy.

Of many

Jessica Levinson    Huffington Post

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jessica-levinson/corporations-can-now-dona_b_868440.html

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Dominance Games: Speak loudly and club the bastards to death

Posted in Commentary,, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2011 by B Schiff

I think they like it.  Zoos come and go and animals act up and perform and I think they like it.  Trendy rackets of self immolation get thrown under the bus and to the wolves.  I think they like it  The players play and they kiss their own behinds.  I think they like.  The fight enjoined, the bating bated, the hate hated, the smarms smarmed.  I think they like it.

The moods moody.  The lights misty.  The dancing seals dancing.  Blood sport sporting.  Kill sport killing.  Derision sport deriding.  They damned well like it.

Commentary as machete for the lazy and the rich. Toys to be abused for the ones who take wings off of flies.  Hateful hates.  Vile devils.  Deemed demons.  They damned well love it.

Hope is for those who work at something.  Hate is the all purpose passport.  Define thine self.  Color tawdry and putrid thine enemy devil.  Tactics. Tactics.  Tactics.  Tougher.  Stronger.  Simpler.  More vivid.  More emasculating.  More basically simple.

Ahh..the devils are coming.  The devils are coming.  Speak loudly and club the bastards to death.  The devils make us play dirty.  They implore us to the noble tricks of the trade.  Kill the bastards.  Blood sport.  Blood lust.  Blood.  Taste the taste.

Some are better at it than others.  The real politics.

By Craig Silverman    Columbia Journalism Review

http://www.cjr.org/behind_the_news/controversy_at_fox_news_north.php

By MIchael Tomaski    The Daily Beast

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-05-20/neocons-at-play-making-liberals-squirm/?cid=hp:beastoriginalsL2

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Dominance Games: Thought in the marketplace of ideas

Posted in Commentary,, current events, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 23, 2011 by B Schiff

Always the marketplace of ideas.  Always the good, the vile, the trenchant. The ugly, the dividable, the constant.  The ill formed, the dense.  Always the right to think …uncooked, overcooked, burnt out.  Undeveloped, lacking in substance, fact or logical base.  Slick, hateful. mundane.  Self assured, self righteous.  Grounded in the name of God and the angels.

Grand traditions of thought … right; the instigation of prickly combat, the plays for hypothesis,synthesis, thesis.  Ideas flourish and blooms a thousand roses and food to feed millions.  Knowledge: study, combat, brass knuckles, rolling in dirt.  Good thought triumphs over bad, matched in the cauldron of public discourse.  This is so.

The battle of the network thoughts can be a supreme battle…. a ratings winner… the best damned scripted reality show on all media all the time, on all social media all the time, on all thug actions all the time.  Dream the dream.  Open the floor to pure imagination, examination.  Winners win.  Losers lose.  The vanquished get clobbered and virtue accedes as always to put up winners.  Grand spectacle here.  Grand spectacle there.  Grand spectacle everywhere.

Allow for the wins of the neanderthal chest thumpers.  Access to implementation of words and deeds is proof of God’s favor… the win closes off discussion…eliminates virtue in the demeaned rancid other…closes off  rematch or challenge.  The game is of but power and self protection. The game is not of the ideas of soft hearted dupes.  Staunch honorable true believers think good thoughts, demand proper interpretations of all others.  Never give a sucker an even break.  Never give a challenger a voice. …. Democracy is not for the weak.  Only for those who can game it…Here there and everywhere.   Spring, summer or fall.

Behind the sacred god of gods, the freedom to be a rotten bastard can achieve many seedy ends.  Dregs of losers get kicked around in the streets.  The exchange of thought in the marketplace of ideas gives virtue to those who wish to shut down the marketplace.

David Crary  msnbc.com

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/43120673

Politico

http://www.politico.com/blogs/politicolive/0511/Gingrich_says_he_and_Ryan_are_on_the_same_side.html

Asra Q Nomani  The Daily Beast.com

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2011-05-14/osama-bin-ladens-porn-and-muslim-hypocrisy-on-sex/2/

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Dominance Games: Glory in the morning

Posted in Commentary,, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on May 21, 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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Dominance Games: Live the pornographic

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

Public images and public brands can easily become inverted.  Those noble souls exercising free will and petrified manner easily choose against their own self interests all the time.  Their perceptions are weak.  Their premises are false.  Their logical constructs are frayed and superfluous.  They bring to the table of meager existence a predisposition towards abject dimness and poverty of mind.  They see not the heavens on earth offered them in their anguish as they self identify as noble souls, outlying outlaws, searing revolutionaries,  defenders of the faith, persons of sound judgment and cool reason.

Thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Freedom of thought is sold.  It is not bought.  Economic self interest is passed around and given away.  It is laughed away and made to look foolish.  The cloudy images of the sane and tolerant world are floated up and about, up and away by those knowing this endpoint of human endeavor and these clouds are massively comical and hopelessly ironic.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst the daily thugs of public discourse.  If only there were those of reason and virtue amongst those who stood tall and straight and bashed head for sustenance.  If only there were those that did not foam at the mouth and love always and always the red meat of swollen enemies.

The obtuse and the inbred know nothing save the next meal.  The sweet tastes of sweet tastes trump always the soothing health foods of good  doctors.  The wretched can never simply see what is to be seen.  The wretched can never simply experience what is there to be experienced, what is there bigger than a breadbox.

Enemies mine those who will not see.  Enemies mine those who will not hear.  Enemies mine those who live the cheap thrills and hot candy. Enemies mine those who live the pornographic.  We all live the pornographic.  We all love the pornographic.

Xan Rice  The Atlantic

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/06/death-by-tabloid/8491/

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Dominance Games: Usual Draconia

Posted in Commentary,, News, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2011 by B Schiff

You can never tire of the the law of unintended consequence.  We can go to hell and back in order to make sure that good ends get accomplished and that good tools are set aside to accomplish them.  Kings of the world always trust in their own good intentions kings of the world laugh at the joke that power corrupts and that absolute power corrupts absolutely.  “The necessity of my invention demands that my intentions be sanitized and that my intentions be purer than yours…you damned harpie blank blank, you damned crying bastard blank blank.”  Kings of the world are that which the world needs to set itself right.

Now this is a thing we all know.  The clear efficiency of dogma and faith, of certainty and divinity is what holds us all upright.  The monkeys have no such things.  They float with Darwin’s bones.

Good god, certainty is a comfort and certainty is a thing that save us  our night terrors and gives us the strength to go on.  If you want to blow up a village then blow up a village.  It is ever necessary to blow up a village to preserve it.  That works the mind and frees the spirit.
Saviors and warriors, thinkers and doodlers know that power is good…it is good to have power, good to hold it, good to cherish it, good to shine and buff it.  No power is bad power if the power broker has , holds and owns it sweetly.

As for those unintended consequence……draconia can get turned on its head if it is not complete and totally ruinous.  Try as they might this is often the case…that plus the hysteria and apprehension of those wishing to ordain that the right world keeps going and going, expanding and expanding…like a big bad nightmarish balloon…this we know.  But lets do it anyway.  The simple truths of accomplished minds and self righteousness of accomplished spirits also deserve to have their days in the sun…til they blot it out.

Some usual Draconia.

New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/17/opinion/17tue1.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha211

By Bruce Ackerman and Oona Hathaway  Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/death-of-the-war-powers-act/2011/05/17/AF3Jh35G_story.html?hpid=z5

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Dominance Games: They work the trenches

Posted in Commentary,, current events, News, opinion, Politics, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2011 by B Schiff

In my name they go to war.  In my name they rule the waves of production, the seas of competence.  In my name they accommodate the needs and wants of the needy, the wants and aspirations of the desirous, the happy little frolics of the serious and the moral.

In my name they please.  They distribute goods and services.  They distribute hearts and minds.  They distribute ease and sanity.

In my name they sower with efficiency, plunder with joy, return to me the dregs upon my investment.  They produce.  They camouflage.  They placate and the are that between us and a world without function.

In my name they do what there is that has to be done.  In my name they do it well.  They do it adroitly.  They have no spasms of regret.  They are professional.

In my name they grease the wheels of a better more sane world.  In my name they await their applause humbly.  In my name they regard the slings and arrows of dark screamers with regret and in my name they view with sad detachment.  They know better.  In my name.

In my name they are seasoned.  In my name they are worldly and wise and in my name they know the functions of the world.  In my name they are of one with the veils of hidden charity of spirit and the veils of the hidden philanthropy of the heart.  They are at one with progress in my name.  In my name we need ask no more.

In my name they are what they are.  In my name they act as they can.  In my name they act where they can.  They are good because they are.  In my name they are all that they can be.  In my name they act.  For themselves they act.  It is that true noble philosophy that serves.  They act so that I can be free.

And I support them.

The cost of costs

from Harpers by Scott Horton

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/04/hbc-90008063

The usual usual  from The Washington Post

http://www.washingtonpost.com/business/economy/obama-slams-oil-company-profits-as-gas-prices-surge/2011/04/29/AFPhwyGF_story.html

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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

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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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Dominance Games: The pangs of past regret

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

And again the night comes and the day breaks and the story unfolds.  And again the parties interact and the trends trend and at the bottom of the pile is that long lamented world gone by.  It was different then.  In ways that were special.  In ways that were good and sincere, lovely and tenacious.  Charm rang us awake.  Hope put us to sleep.  Things were better then.

The sun was brighter then. The days drifted with the clouds then and there was a smile in the air.  Bonds were stronger then.  Fabrics were tougher, more prone to endure.  Thoughts were more thoughtful then, more rational.  Principles were more principled .  The honorable were more honorable.

The laments of past foolishness hurt much deeper, then.  The pangs of past regret ran stronger.  The path from then to now was much clearer then, much clearer.  The virtues were more virtuous then.  The then was not as good.

Two from Harper’s Index

Harpers Index Feb 2011

Harpers Index April 2011

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/04/page/0013

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2011/02/page/0013

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