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...
The radio guys finally fed me enough GooglFood for me to use my GooglSkilz on this. Up until now, they’ve just been playing the clip, and based on that I went out hunting at least twice over the last month, to no avail.
The lady interrupting (and claiming she isn’t) is Monica Conyers, wife of Congressman John. Her speaking style is much more invigorating than her husband’s; I would suggest it’s the exact opposite. One wonders how the conversations go over the dinner table.
Now that the nugget is found, I still think it’s a little strange that so little has been said about this. And yes, I spent some time in Detroit. So I know, I know…not ranking real high on functional, productive municipal governments.
It’s still a little strange.
She gets her come-uppins, and from an eighth-grader, no less…
I’ve stooped to the level of burning up valuable time arguing with people like this, and I’m unhappy about it because, having graduated from the eighth grade, I should be a more responsible steward of my own time, energy and effort than that. It’s an infinite loop. Just like what you see above. The iron-clad argument is served up…you just said this is wrong, and here you are on tape doing it…and back comes the ricochet. THAT is because HE just got done doing it to ME. Getting a “yes I admit that is wrong” is more difficult than eating jello with chopsticks. And as far as what would lend meaning and purpose to the dialog, the Holy Grail of “I will try to make sure that never happens again” — just forget it.
Must be pretty sweet, running a household on the income of a Congressman plus a high-ranking Detroit City Council member. And neither one of the two of them seem to understand how to communicate verbally. America — what a country.
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You know, in the old days, you could have just called that idiot’s husband out of the audience to take her home.
- chunt31854 | 06/04/2008 @ 12:06What an idiot. My kids at 5 were far more mature.
- pdwalker | 06/04/2008 @ 12:24