f men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place oblige it to control itself.""I
There is an interesting article which can be found here that begs to ask the question, say-- if your leader "no longer lived in Washington" with your hokey, declaimed way of smarmy, bald-headed "straight-talk" as if "the best & brightest" REALLY WERE WORKING ON IT back in the bowels of some Defense Department Hangar (18) with right-thinking, all-American "derring-do" like going to bed with a pair of pajamas with a set of "General's stars" stitched on the pocket-- as if that would be any kind "of cute, hokey joke" for your dying-off, "60 Minutes" senior-set who would at all "still be impressed" with the grouchy suppositions and cow-lick muckety-muck "Smucker's" routine of Andy Rooney.
John McCain had his ole' "Straight-Talk Express" van or whatever. . . . . which somehow, never seemed to make A STOP THROUGH MY LOCALE-- not here in local, St. Louis or at least "my hard-headed (-- enough) neighborhood". Besides; he would have only wished to have spoken to those ignorant, slobbery "true believers" HAPPY ENOUGH to read their prescreened questions off a spanking-fresh note-card at a well-choreographed event to the fawning of your gullible press, if not snarky commentary "by geeky saboteurs of duped 3rd Generation Hunter S. Thompson Gonzo webzine irony" in the marketing of bobble-heads, playing cards, coffee-mugs, and other pathetic campaign kitsch for the tasteless masses aping around as if to say "anything masterful or significant had been ACCOMPLISHMED". . . . . .
In the world of pundits sitting on their perfumed pillows "like corrupt satraps" and young campaign staff "gleefully skipping-about" like elves BURDENED WITH WAY MORE HOURS N' RESPONSIBILITIES that so-called "reasonable folks" would otherwise "have to compartmentalize" THE INJUSTICE OF, much less flapping-through-the-wind/skin-o'-the-teeth HAM-RADIO GUERRILLA STATION ENTHUSIASM-- too little, too late, and the bastard son of 100,000 hours of obsessive-compulsive office-work, much less the thankless task of house-to-house fighting AND KNOCKING ON DOORS.
"Propaganda death ensemble/burial to be. . . . ." under a mountain of fucking paper-work and honking, blathering "unattractive" people.
"Bones rotting through the night in blood-laced misery. . . . ." much less when your candidate is goin' out "Tom-cattin'" to the smarmy expressions of "in-the-know" campaign operatives, looking like mob lawyers unclasping brief-cases full of rationales n' "plausible denial" triangulation strategies as the goofusy look on a bit "emotionally-stricken".
"Scorched Earth/the policy/the reason for the siege. . . . . ." ROCK THE VOTE, kids! All that matters. . . . . is that you get out there! Even as rock stars and various entertainment celebrities make "this civic duty" seem to be some kind of smug, overly-serious "side-show" with an easy smile AS IF THEY ALREADY IMPLY WHOM YOU SHOULD VOTE FOR.
"The Pendulum/it shaves the blade/in strafing air-blood raids. . . . ." Butterfly ballots n' a close investigation "of hanging chad" like squinting judges at the bench. Meanwhile, an angry, right-wing mob in suits paces around outside the door chanting LIKE THE LEGION OF DOOM.
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If you can tell by now, what matters most in a leader is having the presence of mind not to get overly-lost in so many of the rituals and distracting "hand-shakes" and otherwise irrelevant pageantry found in some false magisterial conceit, as if "the rules of the universe" MAKES YOU ENTITLED to such respect.
The very worst thing a fellow like Napoleon, "who happened, also-- to be very talented". . . . . could have done was to crown himself "Emperor" with grandosity and Concordant with "The Most Glorious, Titanic Understanding" EVER which though certainly marvelous, met a very ignoble n' pathetic end.
That's what happens to all "Empires". . . . . and so-called "Great Men" who forget, on some level-- who they really are AND WHERE THEY CAME FROM. Even second or third-rate "pirates", "cons", "thieves", "cut-throats", or "dubious property-investors" who make a survey OVER ALL THE RUIN THEY HAVE CAUSED OVER THE LAST NUMBER OF YEARS-- whether to their business partners, loved ones, quasi-innocent victims, hapless bystanders, OR THE REGION AT LARGE-- and end up taking their own lives in despair.
In this Washington culture of quacking self-regard, bogus hyper-legaleese, and magisterial escapism "shuffling around behind a masked costume-ball OF PATRIOTIC FANTASY". . . . . in the ineffciency found "in communication theory" and easy, stinking corruption and dazed, "blinkered brain-cheese". . . . . I'd just as soon BE YOUR DICTATOR right here in St. Louis from a secure location "and set the tone" like a conductor at a symphony with a descending hierarchy of trusted lieutenants who report to me. . . . . massifying this information into a wise, intelligent WHOLE with as much local commonsense "done on a handshake" as possible.
Folks always go on about "how absolute power corrupts absolutely". Well, whaddya call our current system barely able to hold together its own integrity, much less national borders or global standing? Much less, any kind of bumbling, incompetent stunts "that missed THE IRONY" of what it was doing wrong when it decided to invade on the territory of the ole' bear-cat. . . . .
A number of years back, it became quibbling-fodder "on the cable-news shows" to ask IF TORTURE WAS JUSTIFIED, much less preemptive invasions. Whether you had a storming, right-wing blusterer or a meeker moderate asking "for a bit of prudence". . . . . or whatever these chanting protesters n' angry call-in rager's hollerin' "I LOVE AMERICA"; this very kind of disturbance was a kind of torture and preemptive invasion on some otherwise right to have one's "silence".
What I'm trying to tell you. . . . . IS THAT EVERYONE WAS PART OF THE PROBLEM. And even that old 1960's saying-- "Are you part of the problem, or part of the solution?" gets hissed down by a counter-protesting bumper-sticker that scowls "SHUT UP, HIPPIE!" with rotten, grimacing laughter in the ultimate cess-pool of toxic, do-nothing'ism. Even a bit of that smarmy, mean-spirited ethos "that would discount me of my humanity" whether BACK THEN or up through the present day.
To have an omlette, "eggs must be broken". Eggs have always been broken.
It's just the nature of the system.
But whether not, "out of a bit more forthrightness n' honesty" that busts up some very fraudulent illusions that are oppressing folks "with a horrible, burning, spiritual chafing". . . . . in a system that can't go on like this ANYWAY; if some Cu-Coo or another "gets taken out" by some unfortunate "domino effect"-- THIS IS THE LIFE OF SIN THEY'RE LIVING IN, that was never sustainable regardless as they feasted like parasites off of others' misery. And now, one supposes-- it finally catches up with them.
Extreme police tactics HAVE ALWAYS BEEN USED. The question is, if "with a shrug" we're truly mature enough "not to use them" and to put "the bad guys", THE REAL MENACE-- in jail with punishment that fits the crime as a wise judge looks over THE TRUTH OF WHO THE DEFENDENT IS BEFORE THEM, beyond "alleged this" & "alleged that" and other abstracted LEGAL TRICKS that only turn justice into a laughable game and back-fires "when the public HOWLS FOR BLOOD" and political opportunists "play for votes", defense lawyers grimly "hatchet-face" FOR SPECTACLE, and far-worse fates descend down "for the expendable youth" found CAUGHT IN THE CROSS-FIRE as the country grows more surly, and the bleeding liberal pussy-hearts worthy of "a haunted carriage ride" through William Pierce's CEMETARY.
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(-- "Who's da Pussy?!")
(-- "I will be descending shortly")
