Pithy, nicely blended with impertinence
My fav cup of hemlock too.. Amazing/ugly those onion layers-of-separation twixt the New Yorkers (mm's Yankee Thumb-things?)
Those bundles of motives seem always to end in banal cupidity; In Schubert's Die Schöne Mullerin, this first-rate lieder cycle refers to "green" in one song's refrain, Mein schatz hats grön so gern.
But this is all about the new/Dastardly competitor for the Mullerin's hand + other parts: the fucking-Hunter in his green togs. I like to cadge that green back to its local, both color and icon: symbolizing the Capitalist religion, that which explains the daily/National raison d'etre during most every day spent under the thrall of bizness.
This most unnatural obsession from which most of our follies and atrocities are committed is, I observe, the common thread of any prose description like The Ugly American and its countless successors, as we have finally ramped up the arrogance and hypocrisy into Full-ludicrous.
So yess, the now matured Hillary hums her own rendition of, My sweetheart loves green so much. And it seems that very few resist the heroin of seeing their booty (never mind bootie) growing by orders of magnitude (not ever that effete % via which others count) ..and on into exponential territory. (And who could calculate the planetary cost of just One Oligarch) fully attuned to The Best, by the dozen or by the gross: of those shirts, shorts sox worn once then discarded? One such can easily consume as much energy, materials as a regiment of proles ... on their *cough* Our daily K-rations.
But I digress.. no analysis of the Puppeteers whose stable-boys run DC and environs could ever be adequately encapsulated succinctly. But yours is a fine stab.
Well, except in a song.
Jeez, Götterdammerung could be seen as just a few such songs, I guess (or Mahler for the more quietly cerebral?) ... for the long-form of the present collection of numberless dueling emergencies.
Those bundles of motives seem always to end in banal cupidity; In Schubert's Die Schöne Mullerin, this first-rate lieder cycle refers to "green" in one song's refrain, Mein schatz hats grön so gern.
But this is all about the new/Dastardly competitor for the Mullerin's hand + other parts: the fucking-Hunter in his green togs. I like to cadge that green back to its local, both color and icon: symbolizing the Capitalist religion, that which explains the daily/National raison d'etre during most every day spent under the thrall of bizness.
This most unnatural obsession from which most of our follies and atrocities are committed is, I observe, the common thread of any prose description like The Ugly American and its countless successors, as we have finally ramped up the arrogance and hypocrisy into Full-ludicrous.
So yess, the now matured Hillary hums her own rendition of, My sweetheart loves green so much. And it seems that very few resist the heroin of seeing their booty (never mind bootie) growing by orders of magnitude (not ever that effete % via which others count) ..and on into exponential territory. (And who could calculate the planetary cost of just One Oligarch) fully attuned to The Best, by the dozen or by the gross: of those shirts, shorts sox worn once then discarded? One such can easily consume as much energy, materials as a regiment of proles ... on their *cough* Our daily K-rations.
But I digress.. no analysis of the Puppeteers whose stable-boys run DC and environs could ever be adequately encapsulated succinctly. But yours is a fine stab.
Well, except in a song.
Jeez, Götterdammerung could be seen as just a few such songs, I guess (or Mahler for the more quietly cerebral?) ... for the long-form of the present collection of numberless dueling emergencies.