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...
Blogger friend Buck made a comment, and I figured it’s been awhile since I hit his blog Exile in Portales so I went ahead and paid a visit. Turns out, as of Wednesday he’s celebrating his first anniversary blogging. Way to go Buck! By sheer coincidence, Becky is also up to a year on the same day. I’m going to make a point of visiting her site, kind of a friend of Buck is a friend of mine type of thing.
Then I started thinking. I think my second anniversary just came and went. So I checked the archives.
My memory must be on a downslide. The two-year mark would have been Sunday. A little history. Shortly after the elections of 2004, President Bush celebrated his victory over the long-faced one by doing…pretty much what he’s doing today. The reaching across the aisle, thing. Now, today, this makes some sense. He did get his ass kicked pretty good. In 2004…it did not make sense. Oh yeah, exit polls and such. Look, the exit polls don’t matter. POLL polls…those matter. According to the election result, President Bush won because we were in favor of what he was doing. He had a fairly ineffectual plan for continuing the war in Iraq, in 2004, very much like the plan we were presented in 2006. Likewise, Democrats presented no-plan-whatsoever, just like they did this time ’round. Except in 2004, we didn’t have Mark Foley. And fatigue with Iraq, had not quite yet set in. In short, rightfully or not, and in spite of the stated predictions…he won.
Here he was compromising. Like he is now. Now in 2004, that was inappropriate. I voted for him…yes, I did it from a blue state, therefore my vote was utterly defeated…but in my book, that doesn’t matter. I voted for him, he won, he owed me. Here he was doing what the losers wanted him to do.
So I wrote something up to address this. But clearly, it would not have done any good to submit it to OpinioNet. I’d been hearing about this blogging stuff…so I set up a blog, and I posted my thoughts on this, in a post called Reaching Out. I had noticed the donks had made an issue out of some of us regarding them as “unpatriotic.” Two things about that. First of all, it seems if they really wanted to make an issue out of this, the donks should have been pointing out examples. This guy over here said so-and-so was upatriotic; that guy over there said such-and-such was unpatriotic; such-and-such a statistical bureau or agency, posits that so-and-so many times a week in this country, someone is called unpatriotic. Something like that. But…no. The donks got to spout off “we are called unpatriotic!,” like something would be wrong with that, and eveybody just took them at their word that this was some kind of epidemic. You know, it seems to me, the statement calls out for a little bit of a challenge, if nothing more than that.
Second thing. Donks are supposed to stand for the rights and privileges of the little guy, to form whatever opinions he will, and to say whatever he might. Don’t I get the right and privilege to decide for myself, if it makes sense to me…that the donks are unpatriotic?
And so I started a blog. And I called it “House of Eratosthenes” because it is a place where I go to think for myself. And I think everybody else, should be able to think for themselves. We aren’t beholden to a bunch of smelly donks. They don’t get to pass judgment on things we think…for ourselves. Eratosthenes, himself, recognized things he thought made sense, and if what we call “political correctness” reigned supreme under another name back then — he ignored it. A lot of powerful people would not have liked the things he was thinking. He was conducting experiments to figure out if the earth was round, and if so, how big it was. The shakers-and-movers of the 3rd century B.C., I don’t think they would have been cool with that. No matter. He did it anyway. And he wrote down what he figured out. So his story, to me, seems a good fit.
That went up November 12, 2004. On 11/12/06, we did — jack squat. So we missed our own birthday.
Maybe Eratosthenes missed some of his own birthdays. The poor sonofabitch died from self-imposed starvation, you know. Seems like a logical postulation.
Happy birthday, Buck. And happy birthday Becky. And happy birthday to me. Cheers!
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