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...
Barack Obama sent me an e-mail:
Morgan —
I’ve set aside time for four supporters like you to join me for dinner.
Most campaigns fill their dinner guest lists primarily with Washington lobbyists and special interests.
We didn’t get here doing that, and we’re not going to start now. We’re running a different kind of campaign…
I wrote back.
That’s what’s so cool about You, Barack. Can I call You Barack? An ordinary person who’s just sort-of-adequate, as opposed to sort-of-God like You, would have said “I’ve set aside some time to join supporters like you.” Missing that all-important word “me,” which You’ve managed to stick in to the very first sentence. Might have even lowered himself to tack on something self-denigrating and nauseating, like “as a small gesture just to say ‘thanks’,” or the classic “I figure it’s the very least I can do.”
It’s great to know You’re above all that! I feel so hopey and so changey!
Also, very thankful I got a job before You became President.
You know, it’s the little things. Maybe that seems unfair when you’re picking out isolated little things…but that is not what I’m doing here. In the words of Yoda, “this one long time have I watched.” And I have to ask: Who feels any kind of inspiration about something like this? Wouldn’t — shouldn’t — a big part of the thrill be that the President sees you as being worthy of this precious time slot?
Just a simple, single nod to the significance of the other person. This one always seems to leave that out. Instead, He signals like a traffic light: I have decided — nevermind the reasons why — to set aside time during which you are to approach the dais and genuflect. You are therefore temporarily allowed to cross this line. Your moment in the sun. Kiss the ring on my hand.
Whatever happened to class? To grace? I’m not asking that a lowly mortal from the worker-bee Freeberg clan be elevated to the saintly godliness of our elites. Just include the note or two about why I’m worth the trouble. Even if it’s only through my fortunate representation of a class much larger than myself. Such a justification must have been in there in the first place, right, or we wouldn’t be talking? So if it isn’t still there when it reaches me, it must’ve been removed. Why would that be?
Barack Obama writes onward, getting a little bit closer to this, but never quite reaching it:
We rely on everyday Americans giving whatever they can afford — and I want to spend time with a few of you.
You want to spend time with a few of us because…?
This is where ordinary radio talk show hosts say well-mannered things, the kind of things that make both sides bigger. After all, without people like you, there’s no reason to keep going on…all the rest of this is nothing.
Deities cannot say such things. All they can do is inconvenience themselves, setting aside a few minutes for the riff-raff. Not because of any feeling of necessity or even obligation. It’s almost like the whole set-aside is for nothing more than………amusement?
Looking for just one string of words from the demigod’s pen to refudiate this notion. Not seeing it. That doesn’t actually prove anything, of course. But it’s a very long time I’m going, reading a great many things from the man who published two autobiographies before the age of 45 — not seeing anything.
It’s like He doesn’t see them as supporters or any kind of constituency. Almost like they’re pets or something. What lucky pets; He’s decided to set aside a few minutes for some of them. For four of them.
Good thing I’m not coming. First question out of my mouth would be something like, now that I’m a close buddy of Barack Obama’s, can I see the bin Laden death photos? Or are those only for the really close friends. The ones in Congress. The fellow titans, whom He’s determined would be able to handle it.
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