Monday, July 11, 2011
Administering a Form of Justice (48)
Justice wallows in the remnants of its rhetoric. Shifting its stance between notorious resolutions aimed at aiding a travesty of revolution and the necessity of activating the rules of diplomacy, justice fails to ponder the bloodstained moon. Within the articulation perfected with bouts of intentional stammer, observers of a bloody season are regaled with the dynamics and consequences of irrational warfare punctured by the politics of discomfort. With the trickle of oil still a distant mirage, imperialism decided to shift the balance of power to introduce the discomfort of persuasion. The spring shifts to autumn and remains entrenched in a parody of seasons and allegiances, while the fictitious island continues to open its ports and flagellate its constitution.