12 September 2012


Merlin 2:34 “Forest of October”

Merlin 2:34 “Forest of October”

Now it rests upon the rake of year when the trees in ethereal luxury postpone life for their kernels, when their color firstly fades as the squirrels begin to turn their tongues silver eating acorns and hiding the rest for colder frights, to stave the winter nights in frigid climes, with only seeds never daring cut the giant weeds of woods of trees that feed them. Thereof the time of the rains by days after morrow, as the earth is most fertile black to taunt the farmers as the silver wolves are fatted from nature’s fetters leaving carcasses to cause fetid waters bestrewn in the dank forest.

Etain walks contemplative at mercy of the breeze and her steps are warm irons drying the peat and fallen leaves from beneath the canopy, autumn will be denied post requiem until she passes. Lynn glides and flies truly like the fog of dreich many miles outward. Halle is only seen with her hand against a tree, but in witchcraft saving time for her from tree to tree in teleportation incorporeal. She is the first to arrive at a red tree in the woods, in time Etain joins her with a flame in hand, she tries to throw the fire at Halle, a duel of duplicitous dark magic, the fire returns to its source, ashes from the quintessence, she reaches forward again this next with her fingernails turned blue by a cold witching that stings, drawing out her hand a fist of fire, in thoroughfare the air is heavy in the hands of time as a blue wave of lightwind contends Etain to wade in pressing a backdraft against it. Lynn gliding midair appears and contravenes.

Lynn: “Crown of thorns!”
Halle: “We were just;”
Lynn: “Fighting? Like petty men?”
Etain: “Ere petty.”
Lynn: “We are days from the eve of all hallows, even though I have done this the once, forsooth wheretofore I am adding of the new material, so doth the pace of my endeavor hit the skids."
Etain: “Precious liberty seeks but innocence and coven.”
Lynn: “Who is manipulative conniving? I want them dead!”

There is almost echo to her anger as the crows scatter, reluctant answer to her pause is silence.

Lynn: (pointing, to Halle) “You will kill the woman, of fiery fowl, then the swordsman.”
Halle: “I may pine to end a fire, but I cannot kill them both.”
Etain: “You love them?”
Lynn: “They will succeed themselves and pass the lie that they are kings among men.”
Halle: “No, the prick with wicked banner sail is undying.”
Lynn: “…intriguing, he dost brace the tourney, how shone you tell of this accord.”
Halle: “Ophiuchus put me on my word.”
Etain: “Than I shall take upon the ivory boy, cleped he’ll be by cloying heroics.”
Lynn: “Twixt flicker a kindling ere we dares not, but tether to thee.”
Halle: “Why does Merlin not coven?”
Etain: “Why have you not killed the cowboy Quinn?”
Lynn: “You will torch this forest and they will fail themselves.”
Etain: “I will send their souls into Helheim, until they reach another empire, as for Merlin?”
Lynn: “He is an ally to the dove, I will extend the branches of Yggdrasil, and when he rests I will crush him.”

Her palm closes into a fist before lowering her arm. Without words they circle the tree and pray to its autumn leaves, their hands upward aside and lowered apart and departing now as such.

At onward the townsfolk of the previous day’s competition recovers a body from a well to avoid putrefaction of the water, as a man with a scarred face inventories the dead in the morn, the distant mending of metal sounds knells. This is only the few but far between, Merlin and Nick watch the sullen become wary and the tired despond with habitude to ignore war more than pang. Nick searches dead soldiers to find armor less scathed, finding below the shoulders of many a tattoo of origins disarranged, he takes his choice armor wrapped in a blanket knotted at both ends tied with a leather belt to be worn as a giant satchel.

Through a grand wheat farm on a horse path walk the both of they, Nick with his steps heaver to one foot and Merlin skimming wheat from the field to do the labor of discarding the chaff and sharing the seed with Nick to which the task of heaving and winnowing would be cumbersome.  He does tho check the trace behind him from time to time to look for Ana, in glances of these upon a dozen’s half he sees one of the red imperial soldiers running through the plantation field, his armor fleeced and focused at spies in the least, for beyond the distance a cavalryman rides towards the runner.

Merlin: “Look over there.”
Nick: “Seofon, sixta, fÄ«fta, feorda … thridda ...twa …forma.”

The tyrant screaming traitor is speared in his spine trying to escape, the rider stops his horse and turns it return collective spear, dismounting and anchoring his sword into the agonizing victim and puts the blade to the sheath attached at the saddle, then to his spear withdrawn taken when unabashedly noticing them in wait. He mounts and rides swiftly through the crop trodden hooves tearing clod as they rumble until he halts before them.

Rider: “What say you!?”
Merlin: “Death to the dictator!”
Nick: “Vive le resistance!”

The cavalryman’s impertinence is matched by his steed; from facing east the rider and horse turn and face west as animal and rider connote anxiety that builds with a smidgen fear.

Rider: “In the bag what have you?”
Nickolas: “Traders scales to wares are sold from Dalriada.”
Rider: “Bah!”

The rider spits on the ground then turns quickly his horse round kicking dust into the road, he leans and grunts as he and steed recede from conversation at haste away anon hence, as if forgotten the time and tarry. With temptation and without hindrance Nickolas decides it is just to be that he adorns the red leather plates to free his balance and bearing, freeing his hands to comb the cereal grains and eat limber and newfangled.

Nick: “You gave the rider your mind.”
Merlin: “Peace is more memorable, I gave him no other choice, no different than how you win the unmatched days of the tournament by leaving early.”

On this forest road there are Merlin and Nick, two walking comrades in the glaring sunlight of the time after daylight noon, the road splits by steady straight and narrow left with a sign above the divergent grass to mark two towns of two directions. The sign forward is written Arkona and the lesser sign is painted white where the name goes unseen and to it an arrow dipped in paint from white flowers hanging overground, the sound of a twig breaking underfoot gives silence time to spare but the damage of warriors is never more aware. Nickolas sees archers aim for him and with the first shot he makes his deranges in a rush toward a storm of arrows, the clouds part above Merlin as his palms face the roadsides, he braces as he makes wind to defend from onslaught, his eyes do not glow and his tattoos do not show. Aside mere wind his threat does not rescind but by him arrows pass or fall severe, the archers are less than sneaking toward him and others with horses can be heard mustering in the distance.

Harvaldr: “Who are you?”
Merlin: “I’m on my way to see Mr. Quinn.”
Harvaldr: “What imports have you?”
Merlin: “I was to ask him about that armor, my sad friend was tired of being unwieldy and wore the thing, then with holes put you it. You can ask him yourself.”
Harvaldr: “What question would you have me give to a dead man?”

Nickolas begins to rise and groans as Merlin pushes aside blades to see a reawakening rare to be, but with worried spears the soldiers pierce him newly, the quietude connects to Merlin’s fair warning.

Merlin: “His death brings fallow and tannin, a drought he will make of you.”
Harvaldr: “A harpy, run him through again.”

Merlin without speech moves to protect his ally, however Nick is quick to kick a knee and pick a soldier to turn a spear and prop him unsavorily leaning over the spear’s point, the nearby soldiers pause to fateful defiance. Nick carefully rises with keeping deathly advantage then throws the spear to the ground as all are wont to wait for sound.

Nick: “It is day mine blind, the skies your eyes, I am with the day, and whence better thence my friend the wind.”

A raincloud gathers from the nimbus wisps, diabolical now they stand surrounded by and how.

Merlin: “You have seen one, one such as this. You have seen that silver arrow matching your tattoos. We seek only the council of Quinn.”
Nick: “By rank and ability either, would I wear that armor?”
Harvaldr: “And you?”
Merlin: “I am vulnerable, escort us if you must.”

05 September 2012

Ransom the World

Ransom the World

The following breadth of solutions are for those who desire them, if at any time a feeling of insult or disgust arises the fault is of the reader, for listed are the simplistic equations of economics, the stronger opposition is to these standardizations the more failure exists. During the emergence of emergency all logical economic plans must save an economy, as it is abandoned so is civilization.

Industry: A candle that burns at both ends burns twice as bright.

1.       There is capacity for productivity, jobs can be utilized.
I.                    It is folly to believe that joblessness is result of a lack of capacitive growth. The ability to harness capital is only burdened by bureaucratic favoritism; subsidy creates unnatural growth which results in equally unnatural pricing of commodities and a reduction to the value of independence. Fuel for energy and energy for fuel are readily available, human exceptionalism is modern innovation. Tools can be built today for a job tomorrow, woe for the land uncultivated, for the restricted mines, for the decaying factories, for the eroding tools. Economies die not for lack of trying, but from the lack of spirit.

2.       There is a market for increased jobs.
I.                    As population expands, markets for workers need to exist whenever a citizen of a democratic constitutional republic has aptitude. As people struggle they starve, their families suffer dire poverty, many more lives are in abject desperation, the totalitarians tell of dangerous surpluses from their stolen troves, as efficiency is at its lowest.

3.       Capitalism is a market, communism is an abattoir.
I.                    A civilization is civilized in contrast to society, which is socialized. If economics are to prove worthy, meeting the needs of an economy, opportunity must be braved and not denied to the generations, nationalism and isolation slows exports by negating the commerce needed to create riches. Lulls or consumer market deflation slows production and by default cripples competitive pricing, which is a luxury to consumers and a boon to industrialism, morons will begin to blame low exports for wage depreciation and call for protectionist measures, again the flagships of industry are rebated or exempted from taxes and monetary depreciation punishes consumers.

4.       Debt for a promise creates a deficit of trade.
I.                    The outcomes of banning private property repeatedly prove efforts to increase exports with communal ownership increases joblessness. It is a tithe that will not multiply, paid to frauds who capitalize on crises to promise solutions. Resist must life isolated with the desolate fascists who would be swindled from their souls, a most prized possession. It can be said that the soul is not one’s to sell if it belongs to another, the communist’s soul belongs to sin until they are reborn.  To protect production seek to protect sanctity.

5.       Save a market, kill a subsidy.
I.                    Utility is the progeny of an ingenuity that meets all demands, subsidy to industrial communists creates the rise of indentured servitude, with funds delivered to the organizers the craftsmen are denied the credit or charity that buys and repairs proper tools. Communism is a tiered microcosm of folly national socialism. Socialism is gradual transformation from fundamentalism to dependency; communism is the poison peddler reliant on a society’s addiction. Soil becomes fallow and potential abandoned when those who steal attempt independence from capitalism.

6.       Workers, national identity, leadership.
I.                    Creating jobs and increasing productivity shall only be successful if society has wealth to absorb industrialization, when profit is tandem to innovation deeds become a commodity and slavery becomes a crime. Wages must be achievements or decency becomes an unconsidered/irrelevant element of production, save incentive to be given not stolen. Nepotism displaces equality and replaces it with complacency. Collectivization defines resources but doesn’t refurbish an economy, as such the influence of capital increases until he who has the gold makes the rules, and prices will rise despite production increases because demand is high, often this leads to monetary hyperinflation and political impotence.

7.       Utilization
I.                    When bureaucrats claim that production cannot come by productivity, escape them.
II.                  Eminent domain is imminent failure.
III.                Ghettos are kennels, propaganda for politicians, and the perpetuation of income inequality, apathy camps and degenerate hovels.
IV.                Federal spending cuts without tax cuts are not cuts at all. Politicians are employees of the body republic.
V.                  Public subsidy cannot create private industry. Money does not grow on trees.

8.       A constitutional republic is not protectionism.
I.                    The duty on lenders caused by joblessness hampers bureaucracy and cronyism, which is relief and growth for private industry. Corruption thrives on a generous dole that systematically fundamentally transforms capitalism into a stillborn dictator.


Economic Entropy

Economic Entropy

There is a need for a conservative.org  candidate. Those to heed this message remember, not making allies is making the other. By the by, this is a redressing of revolutionary sentiment and the sane requirements of revolutionaries seeking independence through codependence, who do not want the offensive wars of “the right” or the defensive wars of “the left”. For these who comprise an army of miscommunication, this is a submission to the ignorance of humanity, the complacent students and desultory leaders, here presents a manuscript for the conscripts of anarchy and the patrons of morality. 

      Jobs: The idle mind is the devil's playground.

1.       Joblessness is the cause of poverty; employment is the source of wealth. People who claim the able are providers, only the imaginative would get to rest. There must be no rest for the wicked.
I.                    A person can only be poor when they become useless or without employment, as do entire nations fall to squalor when it does not utilize ingenuity and tolerates socioeconomics that impede an individual’s allies who are competent to work to thrive independently.

2.       A thief creates fiends, a job provides new capital.
I.                    An economist will persist with claims that work desists when an economy suffers, but the opposite is true, the unemployed detract society with unproductive abuse of an economy. Workers contribute to commerce which increases national economic schemata, thus an increase to the value of labor.

3.       The dole burdens an economy, job creation stimulates an economy.
I.                    Decreases in labor create decreases in production, demand and price increase as less can be consumed, the result is starvation, penury, and cuts to wages.
II.                  Fewer workers are fewer taxpayers, the same tax revenue for a growing population who bear the brunt of the burden, therein penalizing tax increases.
III.                Lessening investment and increased taxation forces summarily all forms of credit into bankruptcy, thus an increase in joblessness.
IV.                The unemployed turn to the dole at the expense of the community, which shifts capital at the republic’s expense, therefore collapsing public finance intended to invest in productive society, notwithstanding additional taxation.
V.                  Contributions through income taxes and budget surpluses decrease for the dole fund, at the same time poverty forces more to depend on the republic’s social services. This results in the implosion of the unemployment insurance system, despite raises in the amount given to each individual receiving the dole and cutting of benefits and programs.
VI.                Enterprise collapses from increased burdens, private lenders become bankrupt as independent people are impoverished, and capital agencies are rebated as their disestablishment devastates the upper branches of society, phenomenal amounts of capital are diverted from economies to commerce concerns that have no consumers.
VII.              Austerity becomes feckless at best, soon joblessness, penury, debt, deficits, all increase. Pariahs are caste and watch their economy become futile so long as they are without total change. Only a coherent body of ideas of job creation can bring that change.
VIII.            If commodity is no longer wasted and instead used to create jobs, labor will no longer be wasted. When used productively it results in improvements everywhere; increase of general productivity, wealth, tax reduction, and the advancement of the economy.
IX.                Resources waste when succumbing to the apathetic of the times, this system causes the formation of new wealth, capitalism ensures that wealth belongs solely to those who create prosperity through work and rites of passage.

4.       Workers cannot be satisfied by the dole, are not idle, and demand a capitalist economy.
I.                    Abiding joblessness signifies a fascist deprivation of rights for free and welcome citizens of democracy, robbed of the freedom to earn a living by their ability, forced to rely on pathetic social services that are continually defunded by anticapitalist economics. Free people do not wish nor want to sell their souls; they do not need to sell their right to life. The brave are at the battlefront for the rights of the few, the first to be free and demand freedom, and to have proposed a job creation program.