Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
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 brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
You’ve got to watch this from beginning to end, folks. Especially about two-thirds of the way through where he starts exploring how the Canucks go about financing these “free” health services. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.
This is what gets me so pig-bitin’ mad about almost anything that’s got to do with government services — down here. I’m looking across the desk at this government bureaucrat…usually one who’s renewing my registration tabs. And what’s the story every single time?
I’m frazzled.
He’s frazzled.
I’m having a bad day.
He’s having a bad day.
He’s got control of what’s going on…because…once upon a time, someone had a vision of a perfect Utopian society wherein everyone is the same.
His shitty mood — is the difference between life and death.
My shitty mood — means nothing. Less than nothing.
It’s that glaring contradiction that just wears on me. It would improve my outlook so much if the pencil-pushing bureaucrats just admitted it: They are there to support, and they benefit from, a society structured more like something straight out of Robin Hood. Those who work for the Sheriff of Nottingham, are the aristocrats who get to crush us lowly peasants on a whim. Just admit it! I can stand having to do business with someone who thinks he’s way better than I am…believe me, I have some experience in that matter…as long as he just admits it. It’s this phony-baloney, pretend-game at “I’m building an egalitarian society like something you’d see on Star Trek” that I can’t stand. It makes the veins bulge out right in the middle of my face, it really does. Just this craven dishonesty. Nothing at all unlike what Crowder found north of the border…again and again and again. It really does something to me. Something ugly.
And I’ve got some laminated pictures from old drivers’ licenses to prove it.
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I’ve been waging war in the comments at Youtube.
Nice site, btw.
- JohnJ | 07/14/2009 @ 07:11[…] health care, there are scores of other nations they can live. True, some of those nations are desperately trying to find ways to do things the American way…but for the time being, if you want to wait half a year to get […]
- House of Eratosthenes | 08/27/2009 @ 06:23