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...
A sacred-cow theory is questioned, and a loudmouth lays a smack-down:
He’s almost certainly wrong, of course. It’s just been given a fair try, and in my own experience I’ve yet to get a job from an unemployed person or hear of anyone else get a job from an unemployed person. Tattoo parlors don’t usually have employees, no matter how much business they’re doing that they weren’t doing the month before. The same goes for the grocery stores moving the milk, cereal, malt liquor and cat food; if they’re in a depressed area and their cashiers are taking in lots of food stamps and unemployment checks, they’re not to go out and hire a lot of people just because the benefits have been extended.
But of course, none of that is really proof; Carney could still be right. Thing is, it’s when we consider that Carney might be right, right there & then it’s vividly illustrated how badly he’s mishandling this could-be-right theory of his. He swerves off deeply in to Argumentum Ad Plausible territory: “My theory is plausible, or at least it sounds plausible when I describe it, that proves anyone who doesn’t support it is a dumbass.”
It is a Vibranium Adamantium Lightsaber theory that cuts through anything & everything. It is the wildcard in the paper-scissors-rock game, burning through the paper, smelting the scissors and atomizing the rock. Mine beats yours, haha! Proof? Evidence? What are those? You only show your ignorance by asking, mortal!
I’m impressed by the civility of the many liberals with whom I’ve discussed these things — they give me one chance to reform my ways, by walking through the plausible Vibranium theory from beginning to end as if I’ve never heard it before. Unlike the reporter-babe in the video though, often I don’t pose the question as a “how” about the whole thing, my pattern is to ask a “what happens when” about some specific detail within. What happens next is almost cute: They magically zip back up to the thirty-thousand foot level and recite the litany all over again. That’s my one chance. I’m supposed to genuflect on the spot and mend my ways. When, instead, I point out “yeah I’ve heard that a whole lot of times before, we just gave that a shot and it didn’t work” suddenly I’m a moron.
But we did give it a shot. Wasn’t that the complaint about trickle-down? Gave it a shot and it didn’t work?
But the weirdness is how they apparently can’t distinguish between a question about a detail within the plan…and a complete lack of knowledge about the plan itself. The remedy is always the “Our Theory 101″ lecture with lots of pontificating and piousness. It reminds me of how they’re always saying we “need to raise awareness about global warming.” Seriously? In 2011, you think there’s someone out there who has yet to hear about it?
I wonder if this clip is what inspired Sonic:
As I alluded to over on this EconLog post, economic discussions often reduce to two camps:
- People who think of the economy in a very simplistic (essent[ia]lly cartoonish) way, abstracting away all details and likening it to a machine you can control and tune – tweaking dials, pulling levers, opening valves, priming pumps.
- People who don’t, and who instead think the economy is pretty complicated, and details matter.
Now, fine. Two approaches, to each his own, right? But here’s what I find astonishing:
The former group thinks they are Smart and they look down with sneering contempt on the intelligence of the latter group.
This is quite inexplicable. I am at a loss to understand it. Trying to explain this curious role-reversal phenomenon almost belongs neither to economics nor even to the study of politics. I am convinced it belongs to the realm of psychology. [emphasis mine]
I’m getting there myself.
I’m a little bit down on the discipline of psychology here. It tends to be a source of confusion, rather than enlightenment, when we get into those fault lines where a mental feebleness lazily & hazily borders on a natural but unfortunate personality attribute. In this case, simply being a dick.
One of the personality attributes of dicks is a complete lack of humility: It’s this way, there can be no doubt about it, because I just said it’s that way. I have my Vibranium Adamantium Lightsaber with me, I’m incapable of making mistakes because if I ever make a mistake it stops being a mistake and becomes the right thing to do, so that settles that.
Okay fine, you’re a dick. But is it too much to ask that dicks be able to complete a thought logically, and figure out what’s going on — sort of bend their preconceived notions to fit reality rather than the other way around? We expect doctors to do that. Anybody who’s spent as much time as I have working with doctors as I have, want to tell me there’s a shortage of dicks in that field? Sure not all doctors are dicks. But they’ve got their rep. There’s something to it, I can tell you that. So yes, you can be a dick and still find out in a reasoned, methodical and scientific way what’s going on. Sort of earn the privilege of your dick-ish-ness, as it were.
These people don’t do that. They don’t so much as make an initial or precursory gesture in that general direction; not even close. They know what they know and anybody who gets in the way must be an ignoramus. And sadly, that includes whatever muse you choose to represent reality itself — reality must bend and yield, and if she does not, then she’s a stupid idiot too.
No — really.
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