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...
This one has been all over the innertubz, the radio, the teevee…and the Associated Press, from what I understand, has been trying to sanitize it. Apparently in vain. It’s Barack Obama’s “Marie Antoinette” moment:
Obama needled one questioner who asked about gas prices, now averaging close to $3.70 a gallon nationwide, and suggested that the gentleman consider getting rid of his gas-guzzling vehicle.
“If you’re complaining about the price of gas and you’re only getting 8 miles a gallon, you know,” Obama said laughingly. “You might want to think about a trade-in.”
What a dick. Just no other way to say it.
Afterward, the 8-mpg-figure was dancing around in my brain and it gave me cause to recall something. Remember when His Holiness was first inaugurated as our first demigod President? He got a special chariot out of the deal, something the Secret Service referred to as “The Beast.” Remember how many miles a gallon it got?
Barack. Obama. Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm!
Or, as they say over at Gerard’s place: “Oh, we are thinking about a trade-in, schmuck!”
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But he “remembers what it was like to pump gas”. First of all, what the fuck does that have to do with the fucking price of petrol? And second, why do I not believe him and that this is one of Barry’s “fabrications”, like so many others?
Though it’s probably the only job he’s actually qualified for…
- tim | 04/08/2011 @ 06:47So not only does he not understand car insurance, he doesn’t have any idea what kind of MPG the average car gets. Lastly he’s suggests to a man who has trouble affording gas to go out and buy a new car. Is it any wonder we’re in the shape we’re in?
- Duffy | 04/08/2011 @ 07:20