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...
I’m choosing, at random, Sister Toldjah’s mini-library of examples of liberal frustration because hers is the page under my eyeballs at this exact moment. But I could point to just about anything. I could point to the feminists bitching about canopeners or any one of a number of other things.
We have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, here, to see how our liberals behave when everything is going their way. They’re still pissing and moaning. Complaining liberals are all around us. There’s no reason for it at all, and still they complain. The issue now is that there’s too long of a wait between now and January 20. That’s it in a nutshell, I think: Always one revolution away from happiness. Always.
How can we help them? By setting a superior example. Walk up to any conservative you choose, today of all days, ask what he or she has for which to be thankful. Do you get back a deer-in-the-headlights stare? No. Family. Health. Friends. All the things I have my parents and grandparents did not have, my education and career path included. Ask a liberal the same thing and you get back — Obama! And then what after His Holiness? Congress…and…um…er…ah…a few vacuous platitudes, and then it diminishes into a laundry list of complaints about illegal and unjust war, guns lyin’ around, country bumkin, village somewhere missing its idiot, global warming, blah blah blah.
Liberals scrape the bottom of the thankfulness barrel much quicker than conservatives do. Even when everything is going the liberals’ way.
It’s up to the conservatives to show how gratitude is done. Get it out of politics when & where it’s possible to do so…and when it isn’t…look elsewhere. As we saw in late 2000, and then 2004, our liberals don’t understand how to do this. They haven’t got the first clue.
Our guide should be — the Whos down in Whoville. At the very end of the movie, when Boris Karloff has taken all their Christmas stuff away and driven his sleigh up to the top of the hill to watch ’em boo hoo away. And instead of guzzling their Who-hooch out of paper bags and collapsing into the Who-gutters, they stood up straight, gathered in a circle and start singing this “Rahul Forest” thing.
And Boris Karloff starts to figure out, hey…that’s what it’s really all about. Why, if the Whos can be thankful without all their Christmas crap, then anybody can be thankful for anything, anywhere, anytime.
I can’t think of anybody who needs to learn that lesson right now more than the liberals who were complaining away that America was way too racist a nation to ever elect a black guy…and somehow (!) today, still are. Let’s encourage them to celebrate the spirit of Thanksgiving, rather than simply going through the motions. Now is their time. Should be easy for ’em.
Friends, family…good food, great wine…freedom…opportunity…comforts and conveniences of technology we take for granted, and the creative and resourceful people who build and maintain it…jetpacks, beef jerky, diesel generators, pretty girls in teeny outfits.
Rahul Forest, Rahul Forest.
Update 11/28/08: Here is the notorious Gail Collins piece I haven’t been talking about because I think it’s stupid…to the point of acute embarrassment for me when & if I talk about it — hat tip goes to Ace. That’s probably the best example of what I’m talking about, with libs getting their way and remaining unhappy. But like I said at the beginning. If I want to go ’round collecting them, I’d better have more time than I have right now. Because they’re out there. They should not be, but they are.
There I go again…failing to appreciate my own genius, except belatedly. And another piece of my amateurish WindowsPaint scribbling to donate to the public domain.
I’m fairly sure the value of it will only increase in time. In a relatively limited amount of time. As the truth of it is borne out, more and more, day by day…
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