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...
Did Barry just tell a whopper about ducking out of the nuclear summit to attend his daughter’s soccer game?
[T]he story has several problems. The first one is a biggie in that there were no scheduled soccer games for Sidwell Friends April 10, as evidenced here. The second is that the area reported that the game was played at appears to be one of high crime…
What’s more concerning is that no one can confirm if the Secret Service even accompanied Obama on his adventure. Furthermore, let’s look at the elapsed time. If the president left the White House at 9:20AM as reported, according to Mapquest, it takes about sixteen minutes to get from the White House to 40th and Chesapeake NW, bringing his arrival time to the field at 9:36AM or so. But then he would have had to leave the field at the latest at 10:00AM to return to the White House at the documented time of 10:17AM. So he spent about twenty minutes at the game? When did the game end? That time is vague as well.
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Even three days later, there are still no pictures of the president from Saturday’s game. The USA just disarmed to Russia, Poland’s president and 95 others were killed hours before, and there were many international leaders in Washington, D.C. for the nuclear summit set to begin on Monday, April 12.
Nothing malicious going on here, IMO. If I have to speculate, I’d say someone close to the top made the call: Just tell the riff-raff whatever you think they’ll be happy hearing. Soccer game. Everybody loves the doting dad who shows up at a soccer game. It was purely focus-group driven.
I used to marvel at the Clintons’ lies, how some of the lies told didn’t seem to present any obvious payoff, nor could anyone possessing reasonable levels of intellect fail to detect the near-certain potential of getting caught. Our current Secretary of State having been named after Sir Edmund Hillary is one example that comes immediately to mind. It’s as if the lies are being told as a sort of leisure activity…a competitive sport in itself.
I’m told Sarah Palin is unqualified for this office and, furthermore, that she’s doing it all for the money and possesses a staggering level of disrespect for her “fans.” She has quite the doting-mommy rep; wonder if she would have told an obvious fib about ducking out to watch her kids’ soccer game. Something tells me no. Something tells me, also, that we’re a little bit too concerned about smarts and not concerned enough about character.
I’m further told by that something that we’re about to be gloriously schooled with regard to these skewed priorities of ours. People have quite the capacity for putting up with shenanigans, until said shenanigans start hitting ’em in the pocketbook. Then things start to change right quick.
Having someone in charge who you think is oh-so-much smarter than you…who also thinks He is oh-so-much smarter than you…and isn’t inclined to deal honestly with you, can be awfully expensive. How much of that can we afford? This, to me, is the pivotal question — not “Where is the soccer game being played” or “Can you tell me what the Bush Doctrine is.”
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“Having someone in charge who you think is oh-so-much smarter than you…who also thinks He is oh-so-much smarter than you…and isn’t inclined to deal honestly with you, can be awfully expensive.”
Bingo, Morgan.
This is but one of a series of lies meant to keep our eyes off the ball.
Hiding Birth certificate (no, I don’t think he was born in Kenya)
Hiding College papers
I didn’t work for ACORN
I don’t know Bill Ayers…or fill in the blank with about 15 other names
There will be no new taxes for those that make 250,000 or less
I will close GITMO
I didn’t bow
I had no idea that Air Force One would fly over NYC
There will be no free healthcare for illegal aliens
Iraq is a success because of me
And on and on and on…
Watch this hand while the country goes to shit…can’t waste a good crises…
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