NUVILLANY

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The flames twisted into the sky, escaping into the night. They were the consequence of some new thing that cannot stand the light of day. Old is replaced by new but now it is devoured and spit out.

They do not seem to have joy in their triumph as they stare at the fire, their feet in the snow and their minds a void.

Soon to be forgotten people yearned for the good, for salvation and feared death. These usurpers know not good, investigate death and mock salvation.

Lena looked out the window of her cozy room. She saw many different faces in the pale moon as it stared at her.  Someone, outside her window was gazing at her. The boy, who would never know what it is to be a man, was studying her faultless features. He would come back almost every night to her window. He would look in, and hunger for her. He wanted to be with her and to posses her, to have her see him. But he looked different every day. He was different every day. The moonlight reflected off his shining pale skin while it was being absorbed by the blackness around his eyes. Again and again he returned growing ever closer. He hovered in the pale light engaging her with his mind. He was compelling her to view his frightening visage. When she did, he did not doubt she would invite him in, and she would be his slave. It was beginning to vex him she had not yet thrown open her window to allow him entry. He surmised she was pure of heart and would need a more worthy effort to subvert. He did not know she was indeed seeing him. She was watching him.

She began searching the city for him in the daytime to no avail. In the city near her home she observed others much like him but obviously less powerful. She was not discouraged because she had seen him in other places before he began coming to her window.  Sometimes they nearly met in her dreams. Lena could feel him dragging at her spirit as he passed near to her, but somehow beyond her. In the dreamscapes there was strange music which seemed to emanate from him or surround him.  She could not place him anywhere in the real world or ascertain the source of his power.  The power did have influence on her and she believed it had prompted her search for him.

Lena wanted to tell someone about him. To tell about how she was feeling. Her best friend Marie would be the one to tell. But where would she begin? So she waited for the right moment. Marie, who was the epitome of blond Scandinavian beauty, knew so much about her. But what did she know about fearsome specters of danger in the night? Lena was dark haired, blue eyed with an olive completion, a perfect physique and an as yet unrealized suggestion of Eros in her essence. She was moving through life with vigor. She loved to work (and make money), to dance, to ride and swim. Although at times he found herself detached and searching, as when she gazed at the moon. Life was good; but something was calling.

The two young women were together one early summer day, traveling to the City of Stockholm by train and Lena was not paying particular attention to her friend other than to know she had ruined her brother’s favorite recording and needed to replace it. This was the motivation for their trip into the city that day. They were soon going from shop to shop looking for an apparent rarity to keep Marie out of trouble. The weather was beautiful and many people were about as they made their way through the streets. The girls were gradually moving away from the area familiar to them because Lena was leading them to seek out her secret admirer and they had to widen the search. Lena felt she was getting closer to him as she noticed pale skinned dark eyed young men were turning up in this part of the city.  Lena found herself looking to the shadows, even searching them. She did this, not out of fear but with the fervor of discovery.  She was wondering how there could be such pockets of gloom in her bright city. Then she was alone.

 Marie was not by her side. Lena looked about for her and found her around a corner talking to a wraith-like colorless man. He seemed to have little attractive power but still he was drawing Marie deeper into the dimness of an ally. When he noticed Lena approaching he removed his ushering hand from Marie’s shoulder. Marie attracted many men despite her obvious youth but this seemed a different sort of attraction. It was more like he was luring her to a place away from the light. As Lena drew near the two, the man looked back over his shoulder, after whispering a final something in Marie’s ear he retreated down the alley and was gone. Lena came to her friend’s side, her eyes fixed on the path of the stranger as he left. Marie appeared lost to her, and Lena had to step around to confront her, and get her attention. Grabbing her shoulders Lena asked,

“What was that guy saying to you? Are you alright?”

At first she did not respond and seemed in a daze. Then she replied wanly,

“Oh he was just telling me…of his friend’s record shop around the corner.”

“They have lots of stuff and I can get the recording I need there.” 

Marie’s demeanor was a little strange and something was not right, but Lena was bold and looking for something, so the girls followed after the dark stranger.

When they came to where the shop was supposed to be they found a plain wooden door in need of paint in the middle of a small side street. There were no signs of any commercial concern. They were about to leave when the door opened and they saw the boy who looked through her window.

“Come in. I have been waiting for you,” he said calmly.  Although she had not expected to be face to face with him at that moment, she accepted it as part of some careful choreography she was loath to disrupt.Lena walked right in as if she had been there many times. Marie was suddenly apprehensive and did not follow. Lena blithely left her behind. Then the door was closed and the astonished Marie stood gaping. 

POLARIZATION-Evil Blight on the Land or Blight On An Evil Land

PLATITUDE: A remark or statement, one with a moral content that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful.

There is no middle ground anymore, no one is a centralist(centrist), everyone is an extremist.

I will never understand how a poor person can vote Republican.

Republicans represent rich old money. Shoot, money in general. Republican policy rarely supports the lower or middle class. It's not opinion, its fact.

These are some quotes pulled from a series of post by some of my Facebook friends this afternoon.

This sharing of opinions in the modern day equivalent of the town square, was engendered by an earnest young woman who complained in a status that-

This polarization of politics--- liberal v conservative, republican v democrat--- is what is wrong with America.

POLARIZATION:  the act of making the differences between groups or ideas ever more clear-cut and extreme, hardening the opposition between them.

In my opinion, politics in America today, is dominated by the competition of ideologies.  Like-minded people band together in political parties to advance their agendas, which they believe will best serve their state or nation.  Competition with other groups, who don't agree with said agenda, results in political discourse.

 During this discourse if - the differences between groups or ideas become ever more clear cut- it is democracy in action. This is a good thing.

 If it causes - hardening of the opposition between them - it is not bad, and not necessarily good, but to paraphrase Shakespeare, 

 “IT IS, WHAT IT IS.” lol

What is wrong with America today is the way this discourse takes place!

In sound bites and shouting matches, and in thirty second ads and bumper sticker platitudes.

Liberal and conservative are political philosophies, and Republican and Democrat are political parties; they are not interchangeable terms.

Sometimes people with no philosophy do not understand people who have one, and resort to denigration rather than debate.

President Ronald Reagan
Days in Office: 2,922
THE DEBT WENT UP BUT THE ECONOMY WENT UP MORE
Jan. 20, 1981-debt- $934,073,000,000 –GDP-$2,659,400,000,000
Jan. 20, 1989-debt- $2,697,957, 000,000-GDP-$5,581,700,000,000
GDP INCREASE-$2,883,743,000,000
FOR YOU DEMOCRATS-THAT MEANS THE ECONOMY MORE THAN DOUBLED
Total federal revenues doubled from just over $517 billion in 1980 to more than $1 trillion in 1990.
Revenues from individual income taxes climbed from just over $244 billion in 1980 to nearly $467 billion in 1990.
During Reagan’s two terms unemployment dropped to under 5%, as the economy created over 19 million new jobs. Meanwhile, revenues to the Treasury doubled during his two terms, due to the tremendous economic growth. By this point in 1984, the Reagan economy was adding 360,000 jobs per month with a population of 85 million less than today.
The 4 million jobs Obama likes to brag about adding since he took office, Reagan’s economy added in the year 1984 alone

SO WHATS A FEW MILLION DEAD RUSSIANS BETWEEN COMRADES?

When I googled What’s the Matter With Kansas, the first thing I noticed in the Wikipedia entry was the authors complaint that Kansas was no longer the “hotbed” of populism it once was.

In the late 19th century, Kansas was known as a hotbed of the left-wing Populist movement, but in recent decades, it has become overwhelmingly conservative.

 I would suggest there is good a reason, the good people of Kansas rejected the left wing ideology the author laments.

In the 20^th century the extermination of tens of millions of people by the USSR was revealed to people who were paying attention. As a result any political philosophy, in any way aligned with Communists (which the populists of the day were) was out of favor.

 "How long will you keep killing people?" asked Lady Astor of Stalin in 1931.

Replied Stalin, "the process would continue as long as was necessary" to establish a communist society.

Probably 61,911,000 people, 54,769,000 of them citizens, have been murdered by the Communist Party--the government--of the Soviet Union

    * 1923-29: 2,200,000

    * 1929-39: 15,785,000

    * 1939-45: 18,157,000

    * 1946-54: 15,613,000  

  

The New York Times did its best to hide this from the American people.

Walter Duranty (1884-1957) was a correspondent for the New York Times who violated the public trust by sending pro-Soviet stories home, pretending that all was well even as Russia starved 6 million Ukrainians to death. Bewilderingly, he was awarded a Pulitzer Prize for telling these lies.

 Duranty is known for being a Stalinist sympathizer, Soviet propagandist, and blatant liar. Duranty's reports stated that the Soviets were ruling in the best interest of the people. He referred to Stalin as "the greatest living statesman". Stalin himself told Duranty "You have done a good job in your reporting of the USSR"^[2] Even though Duranty was criticized initially, it was not until 1980 that the Times publicly acknowledged his failure.

This is the type of thing that makes me wonder if anyone should trust the Times as it goes out of its way to disparage anyone associated with the Tea Party.