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...
I remember in 2005 Danica Patrick placed fourth in the Indy 500. Some network engineers at work were talking excitedly about it, one of them female who I guess got the Monday water-cooler talk going…her bubbly enthusiasm about Ms. Patrick hanging in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Which I did, I guess, when I asked “so am I understanding this right…there were three guys who did better?” Not the question to ask. Hey, I was genuinely curious, I mean the three dudes probably weighed more.
Oh there may have been a strain of hostility to it, or disapproval anyway. See, it isn’t that I don’t like Danica Patrick, what I don’t like is pandering. A guy races a car really fast, and it’s all…aw…so what. A woman does the same thing, doesn’t even place first even though she’s got an eighty-pound advantage over her competition, and you’d think she cured Cancer, then flew to the moon like Supergirl, rescued a bunch of astronauts who were trapped there, and while bringing ’em back smashed a comet into smithereens that would have annihilated all terrestrial life. I find it to be, in an ironic way, rather sexist. Much like President Obama being “clean and articulate.” As in, we have to stop everything we’re doing, even if we personally don’t care that much about car racing, because hey this is a special event — chicks and blacks aren’t supposed to be able to do this stuff.
None of which really arouse any passion out of me one way or the other. But that’s the problem, you see. The paragraph above captures, and then explains nicely, every little remarkable thing about Danica Patrick: She races. Most gals don’t. Given that she races, since she’s a petite female, she ought to win and win consistently. Instead, she just places high on her good days, and then we’re all supposed to throw confetti and declare a new Danica Patrick day…
She enters the realm of the exceptional, and there’s more than circumstantial evidence that she doesn’t belong there, because chicks don’t race. Why don’t chicks race? I don’t know. Last weekend I was in a bar, and there was some kind of motocross event on the telly…now this is funny…big lineup, an international one, more than twenty guys racing. All guys. Every single last one. And what was the racing? Well, I thought it was interesting there was this straightaway that was built to rock the bike to-and-fro by means of the deep ruts in the track. In other words, there was a straightaway built to turn the seat of the bike into a jackhammer, pounding away at the guy’s testicles unless he used his legs to elevate his derriere. So a part of the track was developed specifically to abuse the guy’s junk. Just seems to me, you’d expect to see more gals racing. Some gals. Ladies don’t like to race. For being the one lady who’s willing to, or who’s had the opportunity to, whatever it is, Patrick is celebrated as exceptional when it seems there isn’t that much exceptional about her. I find that mildly annoying.
Well, she crosses into new territory of annoyance with me when she starts to complain about being treated like a sex symbol.
…while posing in swimsuits and high heels for mens’ magazines.
Sorry, I don’t care who you are, you can’t complain about being treated like a sex symbol after you’ve been reclining luxuriously on the hood of a car for a photoshoot in a black bikini. Well, you can, but don’t expect to be taken seriously, m’kay?
And then she was asked how she feels about Obama’s newest controversy with the contraceptive methods in the health plans, being a Roman Catholic herself. Her response:
“I leave it up to the government to make good decisions for Americans.”
Sorry, no two ways about it. The woman’s a moron.
And I must confess, as I get older and see more of what happens, I’m developing a special loathing for Catholics who lend their support to un-Catholic and anti-Catholic things. What I’m seeing play out here, I think, is a fondness for group-think, and for labels…an elevation of packaging over the importance of the substance within, with ramifications for the spiritual health and welfare of everyone under their influence, that are nothing short of tragic. I’m done run out of patience with it. How can you consider yourself a member of this religious order…over here…and then that public policy initiative over there…knowing the two are in irreconcilable conflict. I mean, it’s not just Republican propaganda, it’s cold hard fact.
When it’s your job to race cars at several times the legal speed limit, I expect you’d be concerned about stuff like, cause & effect, laws of the universe, et al. Yeah, that seems to be the problem…Danica Patrick wants to use her tits & ass to sell magazines and web hosting, then expect not to be a sex symbol. Cause and effect, she apparently has problems with it.
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