However, if it is granted that those who work for the State vote Democratic, and those who vote Republican in the median demographic bulge are rational in their behaviour and for them the State indulging in rent-seeking activities harms them more in terms of their middle class lifestyle than does the rent-seeking behaviour of the corporations for who they work.
It is by no co-incidence that Economic Growth is measured by the value of taxation receipts received.
In my humble opinion the ever increasing value of the State Treasury is what leads to Empires, and Wars.
It is Qualitative Growth by happen-stance It is an ideology which Baffles,

To view the state as neutral would be incorrect, I really do think that a system by which Micro-economic power is devolved to a lower level, the Macroeconomic obsession ends, local rather than global solutions to welfare provision.

I guess show trials of the rich for their corruption and then fining them is too Stalinistic, on the other hand the Roman system of Law was renowned for such prosecution of improper ethics with regards to past Tax Liabilities. Such Fines would encourage better behaviour. (If it were not for the written law)

And more importantly do not let anyone find out who the governments, and banks are actually in debt too?
Is it is a Gordian Knot of dependencies or a Cabal ?

Reyakunn #2

my arse
Eye, Eye, Eye, an all hatd that are finely worn,like scarves and gloves, and duffel coats,a nd warm wine hhas vanished like winter snow up
to feel sum thing but never admit it fireven my will is a impentranble force to me , whcih with its moods overtakes me in all is clumsyness
TO ask any question is confusion, is doubt, is an untruth, is not a noble way to act, but sum must act above others for all thus inclined,
x[ression by anyone about anything is more bautiul to me, than an contrived artifical paasticheihsness/

Kaka #3

A cretin standard of incompetence is taken for granted as a sort of stumble stump, a mark of humility, conviviality , a gesture at sum tings
like rings, and many beautiful woolen things like enormous ravenous turnips far away in the countryside, the big country
as a law unto himself, because no word is no law, and a riddle has an answer, when all it is a swerve, an chitinous, Lucretius lit

Fukc U #4

You ball, and call, yu bawls, yeah,
Nothin but an action man doll
Noway shes ever gonna cry
Just for my Baby, and I
Kill dem all,

Hakuku # 6


But , Mercy, Mercy, time must heal all da Sins washed away like fish into the filthy fucking sewers
Mumbai and Kinchasa, the beggars on the beach watching them sizzle, the righteous anger off all heaven watches in Grandstands awaiting da
The hopeless believers, the underground miners. The Chicken herders of Kentucky, the Elephant Ranchers in Timbuktu, The Copper sellers of

haiku - number 7


Pad
Chugging away like a fanny
Diaccordina, Dementious, Fallangarryarsed like a gerry mangled jabooty
Disacordian HA
THe gyspy Zelda was playing the diaccordina

Feryiuo

It is no circumstance beyond mine mortal control, sum magnificent dream, sum distant spire, sum far mountain range where the brave batter another foothold on a sheer face of an incomprehensible crystalline Diamond which reflects the snow and super massive hailstones that are like rocks smashing on a face which is numbed and the struggle is diminished, a last strength is failing, and leans from the side holding on with one are, swaying, at this moment – fervidity..

Collapsing unto wards sum other thing, beneath and below, cavities dark and cancerous looming from the horizon, desiccating, disseminating the malign influence of the free jugular coniferous, constant, time is nothing but bad memories of what you wanted your dreams to be, an living in the past is like looking through a looking glass, especially if your smashed. Dashed I was, and crass besides, minds you, I felt sum thing extraordinary once, it was the purest disbelief, a fantastic contrarious insignificant perusal of the didactic relativity of sum indicative opinion is.

It is a beautiful thing to sing in the moonlight when your are fucked, to dance, or I prefer to sit because I am very fucking lazy and that’s a god thing, and I hope you all get shin splints, not even that but worse, sum sing in the moonlight, the light is too bright, too stupendously dazzling and confusing, yet sum how sum thing felt just right, like flight the penguin was incapable, dastardly and scheming about anything that even looked like it

Hearts and Spades, jacks and Aces, a fool’s luck is sacrifice for honour, is a replacement for dignity, for a morale compass, a decision is a void thing, and what the fuck do I know, just sum beautiful thing, sum beautiful thing to fill my time and day rather than this, what pain is the toil, and what is rain next to a river, water.

 Agony would be welcomed in all lives,

It makes everything seem better much afterwards,

Like sharp and silver piercing knives,

Here come the brutal self-redeeming indigo bastards.

All are cast once as willing thieves,

Then years later and honest and stand bearing the noble standards,

No judgement on any true beliefs, once won,

All things are bright and beautiful under the Grandstands and garlands

No Hell for any thought of sin for all are tempted,

Such is the beautiful thing which is lust,

No greater earthly delight than ever in your darkest you truly dreamt,

All will be yours for you are nought but dust,

They shall worship your elegant ornate bust,

When years from now Grande’ Victoria is Augustus