Rub Yourself the Right Way (c/o Nicholas Sarkozy, Carla Bruni, Clinton, Obama, et al.)

Cada uno juzga por su propia condición . . .

What if we set aside for a moment the disillusioned thought that any man or woman campaigning for political office does so with the sole motivation to better the world, and maybe consider, for the same moment, that individuals who endure the grueling and near-lethal process of running for national office commence such farcical journeys for reasons having to do more with themselves than anything else?

And here we have new French president Nicholas Sarkozy.

Nary a year in office, the high-coiffed premier has divorced his second wife, a model and public relations executive, and less than four months later married Carla Bruni, the ravishing pop singer (and former model, what an infatuation!).  In Hollywood, the immense amounts of publicity surrounding such an affair would fly as an obvious stunt to hype an upcoming movie. Surely, in France, this is all about love, even despite the fact that Bruni has a new album due out this fall.

The French are unamused. When Sarkozy joked to a crowd of steel workers in Gandrange about not taking a honeymoon, they booed him. The BBC reports that his popular support is plummeting.

The seemingly selfless candidates running for the presidency of the US also create, among other things, a spectacle. When they cough too much, it makes news. When they look tired, it makes news, in Australia, no less! When they lose control of the tone of their voice, it makes news. When they ... do anything, it makes, well, you get the point.

All for the good of the people? Oops. All for the good of the people.

Speaking of it's all about me, Angelina Jolie was visited Baghdad today, on a mission to draw attention to the Iraqi refugee problem, which the Inquirer reported on yesterday. Should the Inquirer be on the six o'clock news? Well, of course. Barring that chance reality, let it be said that her beautiful, double-baby-bearing belly fixing the war is any day than the celebrities the country spends so much time killing.

Do Sarkozy, H.Rodham, B.Hussein and Angelina all tie up in a single, shiny, bow-ribboned package? In a way, they do. Each is self-indulged beyond comparison. They could talk about themselves over and over and over until you are blue in the face, and then they will go on to the next crowd. What, even so salient being is capable?

The elite goes down better than an elixir, one that few ever have the chance to taste. After all, one cannot practice before an audience of tens, of hundreds, of thousands, of millions, even if you had the audacity to ask. Sarkozy may have stock his big posts with the descendants of 1968 Paris radicals (more power to him), but the reason that the steelworkers booed him is because, and this is not an issue of propriety, responsibility rightfully runs roughshod over leaders. Should self-love trump deep-gut obligation, you'll be made a fool.

(Atop, Bruni.)

Comments

[Sariade]

Quote:

...[I]ndividuals endure the grueling and near-lethal process of running for national office commence such farcical journeys for reasons having to do more with themselves than anything else?"

Bingo! That's a nice way to say that psychopaths will say and do whatever it takes to acquire power. And such is the void within that the drive to acquire ever more power and *proofs of power* is insatiable. That goes for Ms. Bruni as well as Sarkozy. A comment to another article found here that details some of Ms. Bruni's dealings with men:
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/148524-I-had-a-dream

"They just seem so well suited to each other. A psychic vampire meets a psychopath. One can be hard pressed telling exactly who is who."

He gets world-class arm candy. She gets even more media attention than before. All too common a bargain, but what place does that have in a (theoretically) modern government? The conclusion is that Sarko puts the perks of the job ahead of the job.

More on the mind-set of our current abundance of psychopathic politicians can be found here
http://ponerology.blogspot.com/

[cybervigilantes]

Very interesting links Sariade. It is rather sad but so common that our world leaders behave for their own self-serving agenda. The way that filters down throughout society is frightening but true. - ponorology should be taught in schools!

Sarkozy has picked a volatile wife there!!

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Romantic America.

Romantic America,
when a rosaceous
sunset lightens
the world near a
frail little brook,
and where everything
shines like a
diamond in the
heart of a forest ;
the north wind
is blowing, the light
of a fine day
invents an emotion,
and I love you
America....

Francesco Sinibaldi

[spotty]

reading this stuff about the immature is like looking at pizza someone could not keep down.

get a life.

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The light of a new day.

The light of
a new day
solicits a blackbird
in the care
of a craving,
in the beautiful
darkness of a
sunny concept,
in the songs
of my heart, like
a tender idea
now reflecting
the straw.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Perception of love.

In a pensive
pigeon, and near
the colour of
a perpetual land,
there's a resolute
sound now
reflecting a savour
of love, that
greeting and the
delicate prudence.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[aj]

It's Official, the Surge Is Working [Kathryn Jean Lopez]

Angelina Jolie seems to say so:

As for the question of whether the surge is working, I can only state what I witnessed: U.N. staff and those of non-governmental organizations seem to feel they have the right set of circumstances to attempt to scale up their programs. And when I asked the troops if they wanted to go home as soon as possible, they said that they miss home but feel invested in Iraq. They have lost many friends and want to be a part of the humanitarian progress they now feel is possible.

It seems to me that now is the moment to address the humanitarian side of this situation. Without the right support, we could miss an opportunity to do some of the good we always stated we intended to do.

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The silent sound of a waterfall.

Near the bush
where singing
blackbirds describe
a signal of care
I see the beautiful
darkness, and
also that sunset,
when my sound
fades away, discovers
a dream and a
tender idea.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[organman]

The silent sound of a nothingness.

Near the bush
where chanting
blackbirds describe
a signal of love
I see the beautiful
darkness in all its vibrancy, and
also that shadow,
when my sound
fades away, discovers
a dream and a
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[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Sadness and melodies.

Usually, when
the sound of
a pine-wood
touches a care and
a beautiful darkness,
I hear a picture
and a fallen desire,
and here, in my
childhood, a flower
escapes...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Bye to everybody

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The damask rose and the martin.

Here, in the
deep and intense
atmosphere of
the first morning,
the rising sun
appears in a magical
sky and always,
like the light
of my mind, a
pleasure returns.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

A canticle and the romance.

When the sunshine
returns in the
light of a gentle
delight, remember
the sound of a
rosy notepaper,
discover the wisdom
in the care of a
beautiful darkness
and so, in the sky,
that delicate dream
will touch your
profile....

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

A witty child in the dreamland.

There's a witty
child where
a beautiful dreamland
presents the profile
of a delicate hedge,
over a feeling, in
the care of a
blackbird; and there's
also that sunset,
the timid contour
of a glittering flame.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The red carpet of my shoulder.

Early in the
morning, when
gloomy canticles
rejoice in the
sound of the quietness,
I hear a scrupulous
voice on the sun
of a summer, while
a sadness delights
and discovers a care.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

I'm lazy.

When the night
comes back
telling a story, I'm
lazy: beautiful
sounds of a primitive
faith appear in
my mind, and even
that arrow describes,
in a moment, the
slippery darkness
of a tender caprice,
there, where a
light fades away......

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

The long vigils of the night.

Near an alley,
and where magical
violins look like
a melody of
an ancient good
sense, you hear
the first light
of a springtime and
always, in all its
meanings, the luminous
wisdom forgets a
white candle.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Hello my dear.

Behind a melody
the close of the
day resembles the
north wind attending
a field, and this
water-course appears
in my mind like
a delicate sadness
at the height of
the season: I wait
for a pleasure, I dream
the sunflower.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

With fear in your eyes....

It's night, the
tepid tincture of
the valley invites
me to escape
near the sound
of a woody recall,
and this in your
delicate sign, the
second degree
of a beautiful kiss...

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

I call you, my dear....

Like a magical
fear, in my heart,
there's always
a footprint that
now disappears in
the light of a pathway,
and there my
desire gives an
attention to some
beautiful birds.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Facing the sea...

A delicate and
soft wind is
blowing near an
empty space,
while the curtain
covers a silky
notepaper describing
a picture and the
love for the youth;
I call you my
darkness, I wait
for a dream......

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

At the first opportunity...

In this period,
and in its true
light, the sound
of a picture forgets
and emotion in
the care of a faith;
a candle reappears,
a delicate silence
remembers a river
and then, at the
first opportunity,
I'll love you my
darling.....

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Collection of flowers.

The right rose
appears in my mind,
and everywhere
shines when the
soft wind remains
in the light of
a flower; the cold
leaf is dead
and here there's
a shadow, the
delicate dark and
a loving profile.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Listening to you.

In the cool
celerity of a
diffident young
bird I try
to forget a dying
behaviour, the
sound of a picture
and a luminous
care, easily,
like an earnest
desire.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

Devoted to you.

It's night, the
fall of an absent
caprice leaves
in the country
a sullen behaviour,
the sound of
a fancy and
always that care,
like a beautiful
fortune.

Francesco Sinibaldi

[Francesco Sinibaldi]

I love your behaviour...

I love your
behaviour, the light
of a blackbird
and a luminous
farm; I listen
to you when
a care disappears
and then, in the
sound of a new
day, a magical
dreamland invites
me to cry....

Francesco Sinibaldi