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.
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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...
Back in early April I was inspired by a Saturday Night Live skit which, for a typical busybody hustle-bustle blue-blood downtown Manhattan project, was atypically harsh with our Wunder iPresident happy-liberal God-Man guy. The point to this one was that PrezBO was neglecting His new responsibilities to some extent, charged up with recklessly exuberant nostalgia over His holy inaugural festivities.
This is, of course, the way SNL skits work. They are caricatures of people. They take the things we’ve been noticing about those among us who are famous, the thoughts we have been crystallizing about them — they make the presumption that these impressions are accurate — and then they exaggerate them. Usually, for me, this doesn’t work so well; I’m seldom in the majority on anything. But on this occasion the skit resonated with me because I had long ago formed the inference that Barack Obama is a special, unique person. And as a person, the way He is special and unique, is not quite so flattering as some would like to believe.
He is amazingly confident…not because of what He has experienced…as because of what He has not.
Simply put, over a stretch of nearly half a century, it would appear nobody has ever told His Exaltedness that He is — or just might possibly be — wrong about anything.
An Obvious Connection, but Maybe I’m the First to See It?
Mister Bossy Himself…and that little shit from The Twilight Zone (Original Series): It’s a Good Life. You know, the all-powerful little boy that was wishing people out to the cornfield.
This is not a constitutional separation-of-powers rant. Forget congressional oversight. Think, instead, about subordinates. Or forget about Obama’s subordinates…think about His casual acquaintances. Other than that bigoted asshole preacher of His, I don’t know of anybody who’s given Him any knowledge…or opinions, that’ve managed to sink in…or advice…or anything. Anybody. That means His sainted grandmother, mother, and Michelle.
What He knows, it would seem, is limited to what’s germinated in His cranium.
I don’t know if Basil reads my blog. I would suspect hardly anybody does. But how else do you explain this gem which appeared last night on the front page of one of my favorite hangouts, IMAO?
You’re a bad man. You’re a very bad man! And you keep thinking bad [thoughts] about me. And I’m going to wish you into the cornfield. And if any of you think bad things about me, I’ll do the same thing to you.
I’ve been robbed, but I’m not calling the police. I’m quite flattered.
Seriously, though. Barack Obama’s personality is the key to making Basil’s material the excellent satire that it is. This said personality…it is absolutely amazing. One of a kind. It is deep in its shallowness, complex in its simplicity. As a personality type, it is worthy of including in a novel because readers of the novel would remember the character for decades, after they have forgotten all other elements. We have all met a Barack Obama — and yet, at the same time, you’ll never meet anyone else quite like Him ever again. Common in its bearing, extraordinary and superhuman in its vector.
He is as confident as any strutting peacock, because like the little shit from the Twlight Zone episode, He has never been corrected. On anything. Never, never, not ever. If you’ve never been corrected, in the inferences you’ve drawn, in the decisions you’ve made, in your general conduct, what a liberating effect this has on you. How confident we would all be if we had lives like this one!
But that isn’t a good kind of confidence, necessarily. It is a confidence borne of ignorance. From April 6 to June 17, my thoughts in this regard have only crystallized further. All my thoughts about Barack Obama back then, lightly penciled in on the canvas of my mind, might as well have been chiseled in stone for I haven’t had to modify or re-think any of them. He is, as far as I’m concerned now, exactly what I thought He was back then. This is contrary to my initial expectations; I thought I would have to correct my impressions, refine them, flesh them out a little at least. Isn’t that what an open-minded, intelligent, humble man should be prepared to do? And yet — it’s been like re-thinking the geometric shape of a ball bearing. What’s there to re-think?
Like I said: Complex in His simplicity.
I do not wish to contest the notion that He is exactly the leader we want right now. To do so would be to directly contradict the message of the last election. Elections mean things. Obama won the election, because He should have won it. He is truly a leader for our times.
Right now. Because we are exceptionally bored; we want a dynamic personality, forcefulness, charisma, phony confidence — and absolutely nothing else. I see Barack Obama as the perfect leader for the times in which we live right now; and for that, I should be begging His forgiveness for delivering on Him such a rancid, grievous insult. And I would. If it didn’t apply.
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“But that isn’t a good kind of confidence, necessarily. It is a confidence borne of ignorance.”
Which I believe will his downfall.
- tim | 06/18/2009 @ 09:40[…] in this lake” or something. This is, as I’ve written before, the natural consequence of spending a childhood like the little boy who wished people out to the cornfield. When you make it to maturity having […]
- House of Eratosthenes | 10/29/2009 @ 05:52