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...
So I had another one of those dreams. I don’t get these very often. Last time I had one like this it was thirteen years ago, back before Emperor Barack The First, and it had something to do with people ostracizing other people and losing track of the fact they were ostracizing themselves. Since then, recent events have made it known to me that this is essentially all of human history, after you strip away the inconsequential bits of it.
This time, I’m standing out in the middle of nowhere just looking off into the distance. I have been exiled from civilization due to my general coarseness, my inflexibility…I keep “deadnaming” transgenders, wishing people a “Merry Christmas,” calling illegal aliens illegal aliens, referring to riots as riots, and the powers-that-be have decided it’s better for everyone if I just go away.
So there I am.
I hear a noise behind me, so I turn around and see…
…a flatbelly hottie girl in a weird hairdo handing me a lightsaber.
Ha! No, not her. But some sort of coalition sent out from mainstream society to find me. A couple guys, maybe three. Or a diverse committee. It doesn’t matter. They ask me — Why didn’t it all work? How did I know?
Civilization, in the aftermath of my forced exit from it, didn’t work out so hot. A few, or some, perhaps most, have figured out I must know something that all the smart people didn’t know. The coalition has been dispatched to seek me out, and figure out what exactly it is that was kept hidden from them, or that they failed to see.
How did I foresee that Biden/Harris really lost the 2020 election after all? That Slow Joe never won Arizona, New Mexico, Wisconsin, Michigan, Pennsylvania or Georgia?
That the beltway crowd played up the Chinese Bioweapon as a way to get rid of Trump?
That mail-in voting would invite fraud?
That Fauci has a “God complex” a mile wide and isn’t the right professional for the role in which he was placed, because he can’t handle dissenting opinions?
That masks are useless?
That the efficacy of the vaccines was overstated? And the side effects were understated?
That Obama’s “Infrastructure Repair” was a boondoggle and a money grab; and a decade later, we’d be doing it all over again?
How did I know Kyle Rittenhouse acted in self defense?
That Jussie Smollett was lying?
That most-to-all “hate crimes” are hoaxes?
That the zillion-and-one-genders movement was just a big scam?
That monitoring of transactions over $600 had nothing whatsoever to do with national security?
That the whole concept of “microagressions” was, and is, a dangerous shitshow?
That “Critical Race Theory” is mostly to all mythical, a toxic mythology?
That when you load up a whole generation with potential reasons to get “triggered” and turn them into human landmines, you end up with a generation of neurotics who require medication and “fidget spinners” to focus on anything?
How did I know that all the Charlie’s Angels remakes would crash and burn? That Marvel Phase 4 would implode?
That Joss Whedon and James Cameron aren’t “feminists” who respect women?
That Hollywood is filled with perverts and pederasts?
That all the most popular non-anthology shows on cable and streaming, ever since X-Files, are only pretending to advance the plot throughout the season, or seasons…and the episodes are, in fact, entirely interchangeable just like back in the olden days?
That Hillary Clinton is not the smartest woman in the whole world?
That “Caitlyn Jenner” is a man after all?
That all the militant feminists would live unhappy lives all alone in their big houses, to keel over, die, and have their faces eaten off by dozens of cats?
That women are happiest when their men are happy?
That nobody, but nobody, likes James Bond any better when he drinks fewer alcoholic beverages, smokes fewer cigarettes and sleeps with fewer women?
How did I know that when social media platform providers flag material as “misinformation,” it has nothing whatsoever to do with whether it’s true or false?
That the “Black Lives Matter” protests of 2020 were coordinated, after all? How did I know they weren’t “peaceful protests” after all?
That “Defund the Police” would turn into such a dangerous disgrace?
That Pope Francis I is an imposter and a tool of Satan?
That democrats don’t want “equality”? That they want poor people to starve some more so they’ll keep voting democrat?
That China is not a neighbor in good standing? That they’re out for world domination and will stop at nothing? That they’re not nearly done infecting us and reinfecting us with deadly strains?
How did I know that all the girls want to dress up as Slave Leia and not Rey Palpatine Skywalker or Jyn Erso? How did I know all the drab, rag-wearing, high-kicking “badass” StrongWilledWomen would fail to achieve a fraction of the currency of Baby Yoda?
That printing and spending all this money on bogus stimulus programs, would cause inflation?
That paying people not to work, is not the way to go?
That spending millions or billions of dollars to “fight the homelessness problem” would not end homelessness, but make it worse?
That when you hire based on gender, skin color, religion or sex preference instead of who’s bringing the best & most appropriate skills to the job, you don’t get the best?
How did I know that remote learning would turn out to be so ineffective?
That removing selected persons from rice, margarine and syrup packages wouldn’t promote peace or racial healing?
How did I figure out that our cable channel programming is designed to turn our sons into prison bitches and our daughters into whores?
That it would be good, after all, for little kids to learn how to drive stick shift cars, and to read cursive?
That radicalized Shiite and Sunnis are still intent on taking over the world just like they were thirteen centuries ago?
That, if “science” practitioners enjoy a built-in excuse when they get it wrong, because it’s inexact and we should show we understand by accepting that — that means, they don’t get to tell us how to live our lives, and they need to pick a damn lane?
That “climate change” is just a big swindle, and the people telling us it’s a serious problem don’t think it’s a serious problem?
People have been wondering how I got so much right when all the people they respected and trusted got it so wrong.
They have been searching for me far and wide because they need my help. They’re just so confused and baffled that all these things took them by surprise. There must have been signs. After all, I’m not that bright.
And I say, in response to their inquiry…you’re right, I’m not.
I just avoided emotional reasoning.
I didn’t surrender power and authority to people who can’t, or won’t, accept the associated responsibility.
I never accepted second-class citizenship, of any kind. I will not make that bargain of “You can eat lunch with the cool kids today, but you have to sit at the far end of the table.” Will. Not. Do. It. Live as sheep among sheep, or as a man by himself, you see which one I chose.
I didn’t think things just because large numbers of others already thought them. I sought, as Dennis Prager says, clarity over agreement.
Please come back with us!, they said. You have to help us!, they said.
I said no, you don’t need me. Stop forming foolish opinions, stop thinking like fools. Act like things matter. Think like they matter.
Then I walked past them to go get some green milk.
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