Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is an intriguing guy...[he] asks great questions and answers others with style, flair, reason and wit. On the blogroll he goes. Make him a part of your regular blogospheric reading. I certainly will.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Common Sense Junction: Misha @ Anti-Idiotarian never ceases to amaze me. He keeps finding other good blogs. I went over to A.I. this morning for my daily Misha fix and he had found this guy named Morgan Freeberg in Fair Oaks, California, that has a blog, House of Eratosthenes. Freeberg says its "The Blog That Nobody Reads" but it may now become the blog that everybody reads.
Jaded Haven: Good God, Morgan, you cover a topic from front to back with a screwy thoroughness I find mind boggling. I'm in awe of your thought proccesses, my friend, you're an exceptional talent. You start by throwing in the kitchen sink, tie in someone's syphilitic uncle, bend around a rip tide of brilliance and bring it all home in a neat, diamond dripping package of an exceptionally readable moment of damn fine wordsmithing. I love reading you.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
Philmon: When Morgan meanders, stick with him - he's got a point and it'll be worth it in the end. He's not a hit-and-run snarky quip kind of guy. The pieces all fall into place like tumblers in a lock and bang! He's opened a cognative door for you.
Rightlinx: Morgan at House of Eratosthenes is one of the best writers out there. I read him nearly every day because he manages to provide an interesting perspective, even though I don't always agree.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
The one True Believer with decent beliefs, who had a shot, dropped out…I got the news as I was affixing postage stamps to my voter registration form.
WONDERFUL system we have. Makes me feel so…well…enfranchised.
All my life, I have always selected from out of the available candidates, and chosen the one, from among them, that best reflected my beliefs and whose slate of pledged actions upon inauguration most closely matched what I wanted to see done.
Now, here, we have a situation where none of the listed candidates have much of an idea about what they would do. I’m tellin’ ya, something is going on here. I’m not that old. I remember when that was what it was all about. But we’ve become so obsessed with full heads o’hair, sparkly smiles, twinkling eyes, charisma-charisma-charisma, the gift of jibber-jabber and making people feel good…what the hell do I know about any of these people? I mean, really?
Well, here’s an interesting idea that I’m pondering for February 5th…pondering seriously…
That’s the sum of it. If you can’t bring yourself to vote for the offerings in your primary, or if the eventual nominee is somebody you can’t stomach, don’t sit out, and don’t vote for the Democrat. Write in Fred Thompson’s name.
By doing so, you send a message that can’t be mistaken or spun. It is a message that says:
“I am a Republican who wanted to vote for a conservative GOP candidate, but wasn’t able to do so. I can’t vote for a Democrat, but I can’t vote for any of the Republicans, either. So I’m writing in the name of the candidate I wish I could have voted for, because he is the kind of candidate I could support.”
They have to learn that if they want conservative votes, they have to nominate candidates conservatives would want to vote for.
Now, a preposition is something you shouldn’t ever end a sentence with. But aside from that, the idea makes good sense.
I was very excited about Fred because I was supportive of his ideas. His ideas…and I fully believe, my candidate was pitched out of this perverted fustercluck of a process not because the country is hostile to his ideas, but because the country has become hostile to the idea of choosing a candidate on the basis of ideas. Hair. Smiles. Magic lilt in the voice. Race. Gender. He Lights Up The Room When He Walks Into It. Oooh, look at that tie!
And once a President is sworn in, what inspires a nationwide panic that “we’ve got to get rid of this administration?” Uh…pretty much the same sort of crap we demand from candidates who want that job in the first place, right? Emotional instability. “Fire in the belly.” Hostility directed at exactly the right undesirable people. Whooping. Hollering. YEEEEAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!! And the lying…don’t forget the lying.
The guy who actually got the job says Saddam Hussein poses an eminent threat…it gets re-worded as an “imminent threat” so people can call him a liar…and on the basis of that threadbare definition of lying, why, we just won’t tolerate that. But any one of the candidates seeking to succeed him, from either party, can tell big fat whoppers all day long and we just eat it up.
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