Dominance Games / Politics
Were there ever thus and today and now the firm specter, the ghosts, the cries for or the resonance for the mirage of days gone by, of hopes gone by, of stature and record gone by…. of the phantoms, the phantasms, the shimmering chimera of the haunting grace of the song and story, legend and whispers, affections and traces through time of the once and future, past and for the ages media of an elite, an elite of media of sense, common and rational, standing, rigorous and worthy, worthiness in thought, idea, position, critique…… that stood with critical eye and rock hard perspective?
The critical eye. The jaundiced approach. The words of wisdom above the antics of the dance or the gyrations of the spleen splitters or those who daily color themselves purple with prose, anger and royal aspirations.
Were there the media of the elite…the elite of media, trusted workmanlike, fearless, unbought, unbowed, unloved, unmoved, cowed not by the pleading, the criers, the spitters, the crass under bellies of the crass crass world.
Oh but to pray for that worthy of the name, worthy of the distinction, worthy of the arrogance that could come to it in the night.
Stern but true. Hard but strong. cunning, irascible, with attitude snickering and moxie unabated. The raised eyebrow and the deep sigh.
A perfect trick for today’s world. But just a trick.
Dominance Games / Politics…..politics, news, commentary, analysis….
The dumb …… the honored creed.
The rancid bastards …… the true…. the thrill…