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...
We live in the age of the Fluker. To be a Fluker:
1. You have a problem and want everyone to know about it; it is the very same problem other people have had, and have managed to solve, while keeping it to themselves.
2. This doesn’t bother you in the slightest.
3. The answer you have in mind for your problem involves a change in the rules that would affect EVERYONE.
4. You partner up with special-interest and advocacy groups, politicians, “community organizers” and so forth, and give lots of press conferences and interviews about this problem you’ve got…that thousands, maybe millions, of other people have managed to solve without bugging anyone at all.
5. That doesn’t bother you either.
6. You have your problem in years that are divisible by 4.
7. Inexplicably and strangely, while yammering away about how helpless you are until such time that the rules are changed so that everyone is forced to reckon in some way with your problem, and bitching up a storm about some guy on the radio calling you dirty names, you still want to let everyone know how tough you are and how you don’t back down, that you’ve got a backbone of solid steel, your will be done, you’ll triumph over anything, never get discouraged…blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
8. Just like a kid on the playground at recess during third grade, you are entirely unable to distinguish between people who have logical/moral reservations against your idea (which, as noted above, would impact everyone)…and…well, you’ll slander ’em any which way you possibly can, won’t you. Chauvinists, sexist pigs, Nazis, monsters, DirtyRottenCreepyJerks…nobody can be a decent human being unless they back your idea. Because your skin is too thin to handle disagreement, skepticism or legitimate criticism.
After Sandra Fluke, the latest Fluker is Ruthelle Frank, who could march her 84-year-old ass down to the court clerk’s office with $20 and clear up a problem with her birth certificate…but instead…is literally making a federal case out of the new photo ID law in Wisconsin.
And she wants to keep her tough-old-bird cred.
Frank is accustomed to a fight.
“I was born paralyzed on my whole left side, and I came out head first with a big scar at the top of my head,” Frank said.
“My dad pushed me to be what I am,” she added, recalling how her father, Elmer, tied her right hand to her body so that she would learn to use her left hand.
Her children back her fight.
“She has made all of us tough,” Frank’s daughter said.
Like the birth-control slut, she qualifies on all eight counts as a genuine Fluker.
We’re looking at the real war on women, right here. Flukers tend to be female, and sadly, this causes the new trend to have a polarizing effect on the sexes. Perhaps if a male Fluker were to emerge and start whimpering away about…aw, I dunno. Some days, it seems there aren’t as many beers left in the fridge as there should be, like someone is drinking my suds. Maybe a man could go before Congress and demand a new government program to buy his ale or something.
See, there’s the thing. In the pre-teen years, the dudes have to make a choice. They can grow up to be sissies who are constantly complaining that this-or-that basic challenge in life is tooooooo haaaaaard…can’t handle it by themselves, start hollering for help even where it’s obvious they should be able to succeed by themselves. But you have to give up your big-badass title to do that. You can act like a smug prick if you want, like our current Commander in Chief. You can wrap yourself up in a thick blanket of that “NPR male” not-quite-masculine sissy-rage, like Keith Olbermann or Alan Alda used to do when people were still paying attention to them. But you can’t go strutting around like a modern Conan The Barbarian when you need someone else to twist the top off your soda pop for ya. Can’t be leader of the pack after pulling the “Stop the merry-go-round I wanna climb on” routine. If you insist on having your cake and eating it too, you get your ass kicked. It’s wired into the male DNA. We put up with bossy male progs, expecting that after they’re done strutting around and acting imperious, they’ll go away, or at least get out of the way. To actually take the top-dog spot, for reals, pulling rank after you got done proving you aren’t good for anything — that’s a whole different story. Men don’t tolerate this in other men.
Chicks don’t have that going on, it seems. This is something they need to fix. Somehow, on Planet Woman, you can be a helpless little waif and at the same time you can bellow about what a tough nut you are. In the same breath. Women will rip into other women for wearing the wrong thing at the wrong place, but they vote “present” and call it good when it comes to the “Are you an alpha dog or are you not” thing. They don’t police their ranks for wimps who want to keep the privilege and luxury of wimpiness and still lead the dogsled team.
There is a trifecta in play now. First it was Fluke, next it is Frank. In both cases, the wimp projects this image — maybe it’s compensation? This “don’t screw with me I’m tough as nails” image. In both cases it’s entirely unfitting; we know their names because they are entirely unable to cope with the basics of ordinary life. So if there ever was an outstanding question on whether they’re tough as nails or not, it’s been settled already. Well, I wonder who the third one will be.
Our society is morphing into a rather strange place. This should not be a man/woman issue; there are lots of tough women out there, and there are lots of wimpy guys. Like Hannie Caulder said, there are no hard women there are only soft men. And without regard to gender role assignments, it must be said that our society is not being helped when “tough” is defined as changing the rules so your personal needs can be met…especially when those needs are not very daunting, once your perspective is properly adjusted…and it has to become everybody else’s business because you’re just not sufficiently resourceful to find another way to do it. Sorry, with all due respect to Ruthelle Frank’s daughter, that’s not tough.
We’re now very deep into the Age of the Fluker. I hope it’s a brief blip on the radar of our history. I don’t know if it’s up to the women to stop it, or up to the men to stop it, or to motivate the women to stop it, or if the two sexes need to work together on it somehow. Whatever the case may be, this cannot continue. There are reasons men make other men choose between prestige and the soft blanket of helplessness. No society can survive for long when its rules are created and refined by the wanker set.
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