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...
One of these days, I do have to improve my skills at spelling that word. It is an important word, and one that is becoming more and more important with each passing year.
Its meaning is not limited to “someone who does a lot of talking.” It means a great deal more than that. There has to be a certain meaninglessness to the chatter. And, a certain bossiness too. Flibbertigibbets are radios without off buttons; they care not that the commodity they’re supplying, is in negligible and dwindling demand, or in no demand at all.
If you know a flibbertigibbet or two, it may not have escaped your notice — or maybe it did — that they prattle on with their excess verbiage in an attempt to convince themselves. That is the common content, and that is the common purpose. They repeat most bumptiously and most frequently the things that, according to their own systems of belief, are so emphatically true that they ought to be able to stand on their own. In so doing, they confess to that which is never to be considered: There actually are some doubts. About “The science is settled on global warming!” or “There is no god, now relax and enjoy your life” or “ObamaCare is a spectacular success.”
Or, they would be confessing to these doubts, if anyone with some ability to follow a coherent thought, was actually listening. This tends not to be the case. People who can do this, usually have some occupation, or obligation, to get something done that relies on this. And they don’t have the time.
We live in an age in which the flibbertigibbets insist on making all of the heavy decisions. And, a great deal of the time, end up doing so. Woe is us. There may not be any way to fix this, but we should keep a sharp eye out, each and every day, for ways we might initiate the needed repairs. Flibbertigibbets, from all I’ve been able to observe about them, get their thrills out of talking, babbling, whining, and winning arguments. They really aren’t at all into what motivates the rest of us, “this thing happened because I did such-and-such a thing.” They don’t want that. They haven’t got the capacity for details to handle it, and they’re not at all enthused about assuming the responsibility.
Somewhere, down that road, an answer lies waiting for us. If there is an answer at all, anyway — it’s that-a-way. We’re suffering because the flibbertigibbets possess a unique weight of authority, which they never actually sought. They just wanted to do a lot of talking, that’s all.
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I still maintain this is real reason the hardcore socialists and commies took / take over every organization in which they get a foothold — they have the endlessly-lubed vocal cords, and the petrified leather asses, to endure meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting…. long past the point where everyone else has slit their wrists with a stack of TPS reports out of sheer boredom, they’re still blathering away.
Ever read any intra-commie debates? By about page 2, any normal person is suddenly seized with a desire to alphabetize his M&Ms, or a deep fascination with drying paint. But it keeps going, for like 500 more pages….
- Severian | 04/26/2014 @ 09:46[…] is a recent mental feebleness in the air, an epidemic of a Learning Disability if you will, of flibbertigibbets prattling on and on, over & over, about things that ought to be obviously and emphatically […]
- House of Eratosthenes | 07/06/2014 @ 19:17