Tuesday, June 21, 2005

My Machiavellian Prince

CHAPTER X

Concerning The Way In Which The Strength Of All Principalities Ought To Be Measured

Further, the enemy would naturally on his arrival at once burn and ruin the country at the time when the spirits of the people are still hot and ready for the defence; and, therefore, so much the less ought the prince to hesitate; because after a time, when spirits have cooled, the damage is already done, the ills are incurred, and there is no longer any remedy; and therefore they are so much the more ready to unite with their prince, he appearing to be under obligations to them now that their houses have been burnt and their possessions ruined in his defence.

We've been discussing Machiavelli's works in Humanities. A very smart and terribly shrewd man I think. I would not like to have known him. Yet I have met many people who unwittingly adhere to his ideals.

CHAPTER IX

Concerning A Civil Principality

Therefore a wise prince ought to adopt such a course that his citizens will always in every sort and kind of circumstance have need of the state and of him, and then he will always find them faithful.

I can't decide if I dislike his ideas because they are so underhanded or because so many including me fall prey to such tactics and tricks. Especially if one puts ones self in the role of the principality and a "friend" in place of the Prince. The paralells can be harrowing. So here's to old friends who haved moved on to new principalities. May they enjoy the same desserts they inflicted from their fellow passive-aggressive fiends.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

THE SHINS LYRICS
"Gone For Good"
Untie me, I've said no vows
The train is getting way too loud
I gotta leave here my girl
Get on with my lonely life
Just leave the ring on the rail
For the wheels to nullify
Until this turn in my head
I let you stay and you paid no rent
I spent twelve long months
on the lam
That's enough sitting on the fence
For the fear of breaking dams
I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone
That'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don't leave me no phone number there
It took me all of a year
To put the poison pill to your ear
But now I stand on honest ground,
on honest ground
You want to fight for this love
But honey you cannot wrestle a dove
So baby it's clear
You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance
Go back to your hometown
Get your feet on the ground
And stop floating around
I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone
That'll never elope
So get used to used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don't leave me no phone number there
Yeah its been one of those days.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Anger Management

I tell myself so many things
of how you are, that you love me
I tell myself that that's enough
I can take the other stuff
I'd make your world mine if it would work

I would cover every bruise
and I accepted all your truths
I let you cut, yes, hack away
I could heal another day
I'd have been anything for you

Blinding myself to all the lies
I repented for your crimes
I begged them all to understand
to come and love their jaded friend
I'd be your escape and hideaway

But what have I for all of that
You're tearing holes I cannot patch
I let you change my every part
and watched you auction off my heart
You'll pack up and leave me here for dead

And every metamorphasis
Can't be fixed by one more kiss
And I can't live your double life
or give you mine to sacrifice
So I'll return your emptyiness to you

Now here's the catch. Who is it really about?