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 won’t be able to explain the times in which we live to my grandchildren. Or to a Rip van Winkle Buck Rogers type who woke up in these times after snoozing for generations. Or to a space alien who just landed here.
When we use the word “diversity” we apply it to things that are not diverse.
When we point out diversity is the source of our greatness, we proceed to talk about mediocre things and not great things.
When someone announces his intent to achieve racial unity, we know in the instant he says it he’s going to work to divide us.
When someone posts a job and uses those magic words “equal opportunity employer women and minorities encouraged to apply” — same breath — we no longer wince at the contradiction; to the contrary, we accept this as natural.
We argue with people who think “affirmative action” has something to do with racial quotas. Then we argue with the affirmative action people, if they make a move to leave the quotas out of it.
We claim to be color-blind when, in the instant the words are used, it’s implicitly understood we’re about to be anything-but.
We claim not to tolerate discrimination, when the one thing that will really get our cackles up is someone forgetting to discriminate.
We’re supposed to be gliding gradually toward racial unity, but we’ve been gliding in that direction for a very long time.
And the people who claim to be bringing us closer to it, seem to be working hard at pushing it farther away.
I also notice a lot of them are male…liberal or liberal-leaning…with northern or New England roots…and whiter than ivory.
There’s a remote chance in my declining years I will be called-upon to explain this, to make sense of it. I can’t do it now and I have strong doubts I’ll be able to do it then. I can only wish for a long life to those who are working so hard to keep things the way they are, so that they’ll be around to help me out with it, to jump in when my wrinkly old face is giving that deer-in-the-headlights look.
Because I’ve always been completely-freakin’-lost on this stuff. All of it.
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