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...
That’s what I said this morning, but it is not to be. I believed the appear-in-court date on my traffic citation would be my drop-dead date for arguing my case, but that’s not the way it works; your first appearance in court is to be herded around like a head of stupid cattle, being shuffled from window to window, telling His Honor that you plead not guilty, and…that’s it. The date is set for your real trial, and after pissing away an entire morning on nothing, away you go.
Some folks have speculated this has to do with a gun permit. Not quite. It’s a u-turn sign; I haven’t blogged about this, but since the twentieth of June I have been obsessed with u-turn signs. That’s the day I got busted for disregarding one.
I have footage. Footage. Yep, that’s a little obsessed I’ll admit; but can you blame me? This cop…who wasn’t even born when I started driving…hands me this pink slip with a notice to appear on it, and I go back to the scene of the crime to see — a cigarette-carton-sized “sign” I missed, along with thirty people per hour, on average, disregarding it exactly the way I did. Maybe they can see it just fine, and they’re just a bunch of law-breaking assholes. I dunno. I can tell you if I saw the sign, I’d have followed it. But I didn’t see it. And I didn’t see it because it’s not a legal sign.
A “no-parking-sized” sign, which means, I dunno…nine inches by twelve inches? Mounted on a median. A no-parking-sized, regulatory sign on a median. Have you ever seen such a thing? I’ve driven one end of this great nation to the other, and this is a new one on me. Anyway, my “layman’s” reading of the law strongly indicates that it is on my side. The minimum dimensions are right in there, I have the citations and page numbers ready to show the Judge, and there’s no authorization for a no-parking-sized sign on a median anywhere. Not for a “no u-turn” sign.
My poor girlfriend. “Ring Ring.” “Hi!” “Where are you?” “Where do you think?” “Oh my God…you’re videotaping that stupid sign again?” “Yer goddamn right I am. What time are you home?”
I live in a state that is deeply, deeply in the red. And you can see it in the “cattle drive” sessions at traffic court. Everyone has a tale of woe to tell about an evil auto-camera capturing their license plate numbers and mailing them traffic citations for four hundred bucks or more. Freeberg’s traffic citation formula: Penalty imposed, minus enhancement to the public safety, equals loss of freedom. We’re losing just bagfuls and bagfuls of freedom at the traffic court, and we’re probably not pulling our impoverished state out of debt for all the effort…but by God, they’re gonna give it a good try.
They’re not going to succeed with my wallet, I’ll tell you that right now. I’ve got twelve pages of PowerPoint, plus a three-minute video, to make sure of it.
There. I said this morning “irresistible force meeting an immovable object” and now you know exactly what that’s all about. Tune in September 21 to find out what comes of this.
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