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...
Gerard Van der Leun reprints the reason he stopped voting democrat, and although I have a feeling he’ll be reprinting it again, we’d like to preserve it here:
The monsters from the id that now control the Democrat Party have transformed that party into a mob of undead extras from The Dawn of the Dead. It’s an indecent and disgusting spectacle and I suspect there’s more than a few million long-time Democrats who are revolted by it. That certainly seems to be creeping into the polls. No matter the good it once did, the Democrats today present as sick and crazed political party that is so greedy and hungry for power that it will do anything, including selling its country down the drain, to get it back.
Regardless of the race of the Democrats’ current leader and failed president, Martin Luther King’s dream of judging people by the content of their character and not the color of their skin has been transformed into a tawdry thing; a dried husk in which they wrap their skeletal remains, a hollow phrase spewed by the ascendent race hustlers of the party and lapped up by their acolytes.
Until 2004, with the exception of Guiliani’s second term as mayor, I voted the Democrat ticket in every election since 1967. In 2004, offered the Insane Clown Posse of John Kerry and John Edwards, I voted for George Bush. The spectacle of the last four years of various Democrats reaching for the gold ring did not inspire me to change my view. Only the dead enjoy parties in a crypt. Not even Roman columns improve the Charnal house atmosphere that fumes through the party today.
From the party that gave us FDR, Truman, JFK and even, yes, LBJ, the Democrats have gone through a process of gradual but inexorable devolution to the party of such weak, tepid and compromised souls as Carter, Clinton, Kerry, and now Obama – the ultimate bargainer, the race hustler with an Ivy League sheepskin. But these chestless men the Party puts up are only the shadows cast by the compromises it has made within itself. It has made many compromises over the years, taken in many “causes” each one more dubious and rotten than the last.
As a result of this unremitting ideological promiscuity, the “progressive” party has become progressively more diseased from each submissive encounter. The gangrene that has rotted the body of the party has transformed it into some transnational Dorian Gray. Strutting and noble and handsome when preening before the cameras and the crowds, but putrid and pestilential when you see it as it is in the dull light of its polluted “new morning.”
Politics is a profession founded on and fueled by hypocrisy. This we all know. But, at the same time, we also need a politics that somewhere within it has a shred of uncompromised decency, the understanding of honor, and more than a little courage. None of these qualities exists in the Democratic Party today.
I was once married to a democrat myself, although I didn’t realize it until the third year after the divorce. That’d be eighteen years ago, last conversation I ever had with her — I think she was calling me to try to get me to sign a car over to her or something…from this experience I have a pretty good idea where all the “gangrene” set in, where the original infection point was.
It’s the bear at the table. You’ve seen the picture, you know what it represents. It is the mutation of the instinctive drive, common to every species in the kingdom, to seek out nourishment. The self-sustenance instinct. Once that’s been transformed into an “occupy” movement, that’s it for cakes…from that point forward, every li’l thing you want or think you need, that you don’t have yet, is some unforgivable transgression against your “basic human rights” or something. Wherever a transgression has been committed, someone, of course, must have committed it. That’s what triggers everything else. That’s what causes people to look at their friends as enemies, and their enemies as friends. After all, the friends are friends because they provided in the past, which means we know they can do it, and they’re not providing now — why, how dare they?? And the enemies must be friends because they’re not involved in any way in this latest occupy. As for the strangers who are neither friend nor foe; well, they need to join our movement, and why haven’t they already? The idiots! Don’t they know how to vote their interests?
I see Robert at Small Dead Animals has discovered the clip of the saintly diesel truck driver getting cussed out by the cow with exactly the attitude I just described…
(Potty mouth language not safe for a work or family environment.) No, I don’t know if this is a democrat or not. But I’d be willing to bet money, because this is exactly the problem we see coming from the “tolerant” ones: We all need to get along and respect each other, and in order for that to happen, you have to do exactly what I say and you’re just a terrible person for not already doing it.
The politicians keep it going, but the politicians are not the problem. They are merely salesmen, rushing in to fill a void. Like the tiny fruit flies that invade your space when you don’t throw out the banana peels fast enough, they are merely a symptom of a deeper cause.
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