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...
This week’s comment that drew an unexpected number of “likes” over at the Hello Kitty of Blogging, was a rebuttal I made to a friend of mine who makes a big show out of despising Republicans and democrats equally. I notice whenever democrats do something that is unquestionably wrong, this person is quite consistent in bringing up some anecdote of Republican skulduggery, but he doesn’t say the same thing about democrats when it is the Republicans who are in hot water. That’s probably why my other friends think he’s a lib, when he continues to protest he isn’t one. I’ve clued him in on this cause-and-effect, but it seems he’s only sufficiently bothered by it to do a lot of complaining, not enough to modify his behavior. Which is his choice, I suppose.
Anyway. His remark was that he hates Bush and Obama equally, because they’re both war pigs.
In my lifetime, most wars have been caused by “peace-pigs.” Negotiate and negotiate and negotiate…about what, the rest of us do not know…and when war finally breaks out, it’s much bigger than it ever had to be.
Fewer lives would’ve been lost if the fighting broke out immediately. I have no way of proving that conclusively, but the evidence that supports this is on the heavy side by now.
I dread the lives that could be lost under Obama. In the long run, there may be fewer body bags coming home as a result of His fine tutelage, if He was a real “war pig.” Wikipedia tells me the Ukranian Revolution was around the third week of February, so that means we’re up to some fifteen or sixteen weeks of President Babble-a-Lot and Secretary-of-State Jibber-Jabber grabbing podiums and drawling a lot of nonsense into banks of microphones about “must must must” and “shall not stand.” When they do that, and I have to look at them, I see Jimmy Carter. I see Neville Chamberlain. I see Franklin Delano Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson. My only son is turning seventeen soon.
If he serves, he serves. If he dies, he dies. But if he chooses to enlist, while he’s pulling the oars of the ship of state, it would be nice if here was a Captain up in the wheelhouse, whose mouth was occasionally closed and whose eyes were occasionally open. I’m just not seein’ it. And I’m as disillusioned with the citizenry as with the politicians, truth be told. We’ve been plunged into the thick of modern warfare, and thus presumably learning about it, for about a century…shouldn’t some of the most obvious and clear lessons, about the huffy puffy talky politicians in particular, have sunk in by now?
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