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...
My country, the United States, does not have royal weddings because we do not have royalty. We also have not plunged headlong into the black hole of western socialism, unlike Mother England. But seeing that we’re skating along the event horizon and have been for awhile, can this Yankee be blamed for his obsession with the latter?
The royal wedding seems, to me, a perfect metaphor for socialism. I would be shocked if it were confirmed to me I was the first to see it.
This unspoken silly agreement that all of us “commoner” folk are exactly alike, is buttressed by this equally silly and equally unspoken agreement that these few special people in the spotlight are somehow different. And here is unleashed a whole panoply of bizarre contradictions. Elizabeth rules by the Grace of God, her son Charles and grandson William next in line also because of the Grace of God. But is it not also through God’s Grace that the Monarch of Great Britain has been stripped of all constitutional power?
See all the throngs of people lining the streets, so anxious To Be A Part Of This Thing. But what thing is that? The promise is one of consistency, just like you can go into any MacDonald’s all over the world and expect the same menu and same experience. Today, Christmas Day 1066, all the days in between. It’s all the same. But — that would be boring. So we have these events like royal weddings. Events don’t count unless the situation afterward is different in some way from the situation before…but the situation is supposed to be unchanging. It is the promise of consistency, itself, that has produced this hungering for an event that would not otherwise be there. Another commonality with socialism.
But the similarity that really makes an impression on me is the promise of the happy ending. The air in London is fairly crackling with the electrical excitement over it. Good manners dictate you’re not supposed to mention what happened last time. You’re not supposed to say “I hope it goes as well as last time” and you’re not supposed to say “I hope it turns out better.” You keep that unsaid and un-thought.
Just like socialism. It’s tradition…but we’re all going to pretend this is the very first time it’s been tried. Without mentioning that out loud.
Nine hundred forty-five years since the arrow pierced King Harold’s eye at Hastings. Nine hundred forty-five years since the comet, since William landed at Pevensey and ate the sand. Their country is four times as old as ours, and yet their tradition is for those with short memories.
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