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...
I’m a man. I don’t know, or care, how to “identify” as anything else.
My voice is a natural baritone. I may raise the pitch if I’m trying to sing along to something, but if it gets too far away from me I’m going to drop it down an octave. I’m not going to warble away above middle-C until my throat’s sore just because you feel threatened or triggered. If your parents never taught you to listen to a natural male voice that’s not my problem.
I’m white, straight, six-foot-even and I still possess all twenty-one digits. Not ashamed.
You don’t tell me I have to “get on board” with something or else you’ll leave me behind. Go ahead and leave me behind.
I’m willing to reconsider my opinion if you have facts or a compelling argument to present. You don’t tell me what to think.
I’m not going to try to annoy you or anybody else on purpose. Not unless you or they have already been trying to tick me off on purpose. But I’m not going to try to keep up with rules, rules, rules that are being rewritten every hour of every day just to make offenders out of people who are otherwise inoffensive. Cram that.
Cram your “double masks,” too.
I’m not interested in political correctness. If you have to stick an adjective in front of correctness, you’re really talking about being wrong.
I’m not interested in social justice. If you have to stick an adjective in front of justice, you’re really talking about injustice.
I think men and women are different because they are. This doesn’t mean I treat either one of them unfairly. All in all, I treat both of them more fairly than any of you who are chasing your tails struggling to pretend they’re the same.
I have accomplished things and I have enjoyed advantages as I pursue my efforts. I am not at all ashamed of this. For these “privileges” I have something in place of shame that used to be a common thing: gratitude. Mind-blowing, huh? I’m grateful to my parents, my teachers, my filthy rich bosses, everybody who taught me how to do stuff even accidentally, my ancestors and the forefathers who brought forth this great nation. Hey you know what, I’ve had disadvantages too. I thought about them a lot before I triumphed over them, and after winning out over them I stopped thinking about them. That’s worked out pretty well for me. I recommend that.
I’ve been not-watching football since before not-watching was cool.
I find pretty women appealing. No, I’m not ashamed of that either. Supple, sensuous thighs, heaving bulbous bosom, I just might get whiplash looking although I’ll try to be polite about it. It’s the way God built me. I like shooting guns. I like eating meat. I prefer to fix things myself over calling the repairman. I’d rather build things than buy them, if I can. I like my jokes dirty. I like my beer cold.
Don’t even think about telling me what opinion to have about Placeholder Joe’s stolen election.
You perfect-worlders who want to build your Utopia by indoctrinating the youth, and then waiting around for the hidebound troglodytes to die off so your vision can be complete: I am of the latter. I’m not your puppet. You don’t hold my strings. The sooner you figure that out the better things are going to go between us. It’s too late to fool me about any of this. I know too much.
No sale here. Try the next. Best of luck.
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Great! Now go to Men Going Their Own Way,
- CaptDMO | 02/10/2021 @ 05:30starting about 15 years ago.
MGTOW. They don’t know what they’re missing.
- mkfreeberg | 02/10/2021 @ 06:13