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...
Two minutes ago, at 9:35 a.m., Rush started poking fun at Obama over an earlier comment of the Senator’s, “lets put the fire out first.” His point is that Obama’s had a lot of chances since then to run out and grab a bucket; Obama, plain and simply, is not that guy. He doesn’t grab buckets, he doesn’t fill them up, he doesn’t reach down and grab people who’ve fallen to the floor and are in danger of getting trampled. Obama’s the guy who sits way up high, in the chair a lifeguard occupies when there is not yet any sign of danger. Bullhorn in hand. Barking out orders that amount to little more than belaboring the obvious.
The only comment I have to add to this, is: You know people like this personally. Probably from work. Everyone with any life-experience at all. You know you do. The Let’s-Man who begins every other sentence with the word “let’s.”
You have to think on this awhile to figure out what’s wrong with those people — because they aren’t often subject to criticism. The people they irritate the most, have little time to criticize, in fact no time to manage anything more than an annoyed-looking eyeball-roll. They’re too busy getting work done. Work, for which the bullhorn-brandishing Let’s-Guy is ready to take the credit, but work that has to get done.
And, of necessity, it’s high time I joined them; I’ve got things to do, too. So…let your grudge-fest against the Let’s-Guy simmer away uselessly, toward no effect at all, buried deep down within you. Right up until November 4th. That’s about all I have to say about that — for now.
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