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...
Robin of Berkeley has discovered Goodperson Fever, but not recently. It is an epiphany that has brewing since childhood:
This is my first childhood memory, a hazy image seared into my brain: I am in my bedroom at around age 5 with my mother, having just done something naughty. My mother explodes, “If you keep doing things like that, I won’t love you anymore.”
Night after night, I cried myself to sleep, overwhelmed with despair at this potential tragedy. It didn’t seem humanly possible to survive without her love.
I cried and I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. Then, when my tears I dried up, I decided, with the logic of a small child, that I would never, ever make another mistake. Being perfect would shield me from disaster.
Not surprisingly, I became an anxious adult, a pleaser, someone who bent over backwards not to offend. But it wasn’t just my mother who catapulted me into lifelong perfectionism. It was the absence of a forgiving God.
Without a Higher Power, there was no avenue for redemption, no way to cleanse the ever-present feelings of unworthiness. All of my mistakes remained etched permanently in my consciousness.
I was alone in the world, attempting to be my personal mini-God. Assuming the role of my own judge and jury, any mistakes were dealt with swiftly and harshly.
Beginning in my teens, I turned to the gospel of liberalism as a balm for my shame. Through liberalism, I was offered the potential for redemption. Finally, there was a way, however fleeting, to feel like a good person.
My story is not an unusual one; it is typical among most of the liberals I know. I see the same behavior patterns and mindset in those around me.
Thus, liberals are determined to become model, global citizens. They’ve morphed into politically correct zealots, the ones who proselytize their faith with hardcore fanaticism. By doing so, they wash away their sins.
When a culture banishes God as the ultimate arbiter, a guilt-ridden populace is the inevitable outcome. And stripped of God, what other path is there to liberation than liberalism?
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Liberals thus champion Obama’s agenda even it threatens their self-interest, safety, and well-being. They go along like lambs to slaughter.Liberals support illegal immigration, the muzzle of the Thought Police, and redistribution of their hard-earned cash. By being good foot soldiers, white liberals hope and pray that they will finally be forgiven.
But, of course, this will not happen; Obama is no prophet. His end goal is not to unite this nation. He and the other radicals are simply manipulating desperate liberals into sacrificing their health care, their granny, and the nation’s security for the promise of redemption.
The Gospel of Obama in action is the polar opposite of all those promises of hope and change. Every day, Obama fans the flames of white guilt in order to squeeze out more penance. In Obama’s America, there’s just no end to the white man’s burden.
Like the liberals around me, I used to view the Democratic party as my path to absolution. Yet two years ago, I suddenly awoke from this foolish belief. For reasons I’ll never fully understand, Truth came knocking on my door.
And now everything has changed. When I made that recent mistake, I did not dissolve into a cesspool of shame. Instead, I stopped dead in my tracks, closed my eyes, and prayed. I asked God to please forgive me and to wash away my pain and sorrow.
And suddenly I felt better, lighter, lifted up and supported by a power far greater than my own.
Now, the liberals keep telling me when you read the Bible, the one message that comes out is that we need to become marxists; those who have wealth need to give it away so that it finds its way to those in need.
But when I read the Bible for one single message, the one that comes out, and remains consistent between the Old Testament and the New, is a warning. Against confusing the business of mortal man with the glorious matters within the dominion of God.
And wonder of wonders…real life has taught me precisely the same thing. As it seems to have taught Robin of Berkeley. Use your wisdom for all it is capable of managing, and use your faith for the balance of what remains. Beware of false prophets and false idols.
Hat tip: blogger friend Rick, again.
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