

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...
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Zero Two Mike SoldierFrom here, all the glories in technology and culture we have achieved, feast on themselves. From here, our old people know not what happened, our young adults know not what they do, our children know not what they are. From here, we go zipping downward from the apogee toward which we’ve ascended, climbed and struggled in generations past, reprising the fall of Rome in the age of Nero. Faster and faster. Like a lawn dart.
All who question or doubt, feast your eyes.

H/T: Gerard.
Sphere: Related ContentHmmm yeah, I gotta vote for somebody, and none of the three democrats running for President represent my values. Less than six months left to make up my mind. I could write in my own name, but I don’t know if the nation’s ready for me.
And just like that, a solution presents itself. I’ll give it some thought.
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Lois Lane jumps the bones of anybody wearing a colorful cape. Jimmy Olson shows what a good “pal” he is by trying to kill the Man of Steel over and over again. Lana Lang gets super powers…thousands of times. Lois and Superman get married and divorced and married and divorced, more times than Elizabeth Taylor and Larry King combined.
What are Batman and Robin doing? Probably something you can’t even print up nowadays.
Hurry up and click on the graphic, pronto, lest you come under the delusion that these titles might somehow make some sense. You’re welcome.
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Anybody can admire a good movie, especially if it’s one of undeniably high quality. Now, seize the opportunity to learn something useful. And to bookmark what seems to be a movie special effects blog well worth bookmarking.
Sphere: Related ContentBy the time of “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” (1981) [Douglas] Slocombe was a veteran cinematographer, with a rich and varied filmmography in both the United States and in England, and both in black and white and color. He was nominated for three Academy Awards (including “Raiders”), and for ten British Academy Awards (winning three, for “The Servant” in black and white, and for “The Great Gatsby” and “Julia” in color).
His photography gave “Raiders” a classic feel, visually paying homage to the matinee thrillers of the 1930’s, while also raising the level of quality and aesthetics of 1980’s blockbuster filmmaking. The collaboration between director Steven Spielberg and Slocombe is the reason why “Raiders” remains, to this day, one of the best looking action movies of all time.
Truth or fiction? H/T: Ace.

Buck links to an emotionally-charged epistle written up by a test-tube babymama. She gave up on the Prince Charming and insisted on having a princeling anyway, as did her girlfriend, and while her tone is far from hysterical it’s clear she counsels the newer generation to veer away from her footprints.
Well, don’t we all, sometimes.
Don’t worry about passion or intense connection. Don’t rule out a guy based on his annoying habit of yelling “Bravo!” in the cinema. Overlook his halitosis or abysmal sense of aesthetics. If you want the infrastructure in place for a family, settling is the way to go. Based on my observations, in fact, settling will probably make you happier in the long run, because many of those who marry with great expectations become more disillusioned with each passing year.
I can’t be too tough on her here, because my observations have been pretty much exactly the same. In fact, I notice divorce is an inevitability for all married couples, save for the ones that die quickly — or — the rare couplings that somehow obtain that elusive Holy Grail of genuine mutual respect.
“Settle” for a fella, after being torn for weeks on end about whether or not he’d make you “happy”? Good heavens, for his sake I hope not.
But perhaps she has something else in mind. Perhaps what she has in mind is…that Holy Grail. True compromise, with another human being, as an equal.
Obviously, I wasn’t always an advocate of settling. In fact, it took not settling to make me realize that settling is the better option. Whenever I make the case for settling, people look at me with creased brows of disapproval or frowns of disappointment. Not only is it politically incorrect to get behind settling, it is downright unacceptable. Our culture tells us to keep our eyes on the prize, and the theme of holding out for true love permeates our collective mentality.
Women do not suffer from any special handicap in decision-making here…at least, no handicap beyond what society has thrust upon them. How often do you hear a lecture that you should respect a “woman’s choice” about something? About as often as you demonstrate less than complete obeisance to whatever that choice is…even in matters where her choice directly impacts yourself, or others. And how often do you hear of a blunt and honest assessment of how well a woman has decided such a “choice”? In polite company, never, or as close to never as real life can summon any behavioral pattern. It is anathema to proper manners.
And so the female is someone we allow to decide things completely, without compromise, and once she has so chosen we do not criticize. Women aren’t goddesses, and they aren’t fools either. They’re people — no better, no lesser.
Why do women reject some men and accept others? Because of something called “true love”? As the subject of such approving and snubbing “choices” I have a great deal of trouble accepting that; and, it seems to me, as a somewhat-old guy who’s spent more of a lifetime outside of marriage than most of the fellas, it seems I might know a thing or two about this. The women who accepted me, that was out of “true love”?
Well, with the latest one — of course!
Perhaps with some of the previous ones as well. But all of the previous ones failed. And I can’t help but think, looking back on it, that one common thread in all the failures was in definition. They “loved” me…”settled” for me…why?
This gets into an unpleasant article in the set of female compulsions that, under the best of circumstances, might be discussed in private between mothers and their daughters — it is not explored in open company. The “love” a woman has for a puppy that was once abused…a no-talent twenty-something rocker dreaming of “getting the band back together”…a beautiful teacup in need of some glue for the handle that has broken away. The love for the “project house.” The fixer-upper.
The man who is only ninety-nine percent complete, has the woman wrapped tightly around his finger. He can’t get along without her help, and for that reason, her imagination runs away with fantasies about nursing him back to health. Her vision is not that he is complete and whole…her vision is that she will make him that way. It’s a vital ingredient — the most important ingredient, is the one that is missing. Waiting for her to toss it in and make it all better.
Her search for this seems to be a product of evolution. It is certainly wired into her psychological makeup, as a feminine being capable of this “love.” One wonders how survival of the fittest culminates in this. But it must. Perhaps the children conceived from such a union, a quid-pro-quo between mama and papa, end up being stronger and more capable of perpetuating the species? It must be so, for that is how we have been built. A lady comes into the age of marriageability, and develops an eye for misfit boys who are as misfit toys.
There is very little “survival of the fittest” here, or whatever there is, is tempered by something that is exactly opposite. Visualizing the boys as toys, the maiden seems unerringly attracted to the ones that, once wound up, march around in a circle — getting nowhere until her therapeutic treatments straighten out the legs and associated workings again, calibrating them, tuning, synchronizing. The ones that already march in a straight line, she might be looking right at ‘em, but she can’t see ‘em.
It is the timeless father-in-law’s lament.
So my verdict on this thesis is: Partial agreement. I don’t think single women, by-and-large, need to decide more quickly or take more time to reach the decision. How long she takes, is not the issue. The issue is the factors involved in who she chooses. Based on what I have seen in an unusually long and complicated career as a single guy, single women should pay closer attention to what, exactly, is closing the deal in whatever way she feels it should be closed. She should pay attention to what’s going into her decision, because nobody else is.
Yes, it seems like her girlfriends care. But they don’t. Not so much about her long-term welfare, anyway. For that, you need a coupling…a true, genuine coupling. Two people who see each other as real people, each of whom is cared for by the other, deeply, while forsaking all others. Take as much time or as little time to stumble across it as you need, but that’s the prize, and there is no substitute.
Sphere: Related ContentMichelle Malkin is apoplectic (H/T: Alan), and rightly so in my opinion, over the Republicans’ new campaign slogan:
The Change You Deserve.
Four words, huh?
I nominate some replacements:
10. Think Like An Adult
9. Action Over Empty Talk
8. Keep America Socialism-Free
7. Introduce Them To Allah
6. It’s Not 1992 Anymore
5. The Victory America Deserves
4. They’re Still Out There
3. Because Americans Aren’t Subjects
2. Fix The Intellectual Climate
And my #1 nominee for a four-word campaign slogan, for the Republican party I know…
1. Balls Have A Place
Update 5/15/08: Rick appreciates our list and echoes our sentiments.
Alan has another four-word alternative that I think is pretty darn good:
Sphere: Related ContentDon’t Fear The Future.
The graphic you see to the left has become a widely-recognized and caustic symbol of right-wing hubris. It is our President giving an address to the troops on the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln on May 1, 2003 — at which time many of the men and women listed as troop casualties in the operations, were still alive. The point is, therefore, that the people we call “conservatives” have a proclivity for declaring victory when victory has not yet been realized, and may never be realized.
The dirty little secret is, though, that on May 1 Saddam Hussein’s regime had been overthrown. The mission had been accomplished; that’s just a fact.
Furthermore, a lot of the folks who make a point of flashing this graphic around, or making their petty, bickering references to it, I notice are oftentimes the very same folks who point to strange “accomplishments” in foreign policy — usually with regard to former President Jimmy Carter. And, almost always, with regard to some signature on a document Carter has acquired from those whose signatures don’t really seem to be worth very much. On treaties that have since been broken outright, had unforeseen ancillary consequences in direct contradiction to the benefits they were supposed to bring, or failed entirely. The U.S.-North Korean Pact of 1994. The Oslo accords of 1993. The Camp David accords of 1978.
The propaganda in which we are awash, therefore, is supposed to inform us that actions don’t “accomplish” anything and talking is supposed to “accomplish” everything. For the propaganda to work, we have to believe it over our lyin’ eyes. North Korea is making weapons. And Saddam Hussein is dead and cold in the ground.
The same people are moving the goalposts around in both directions.
Sphere: Related ContentI’ve been noticing this about the “too complex” meme for a long time now. When people say something is a “complex” or “complicated” issue, seldom-to-never do they go on to articulate exactly how it is that this complexity changes anything, gives us anything new to think about, culminates in someone having the wrong idea about things who otherwise might not, etc. In fact, if you’re patient it seems invariably true that these people who talk about “complexity” will go on to some other topic that really is complex, and discuss that other issue as if it were far simpler.
Thomas Sowell takes on those who use the “complex” argument on our thorny economic issue of gas prices. H/T: Boortz.
Sphere: Related ContentTony Stark, billionaire weapons innovator, goes to Afghanistan to make a presentation to all them military guys about his latest superweapons. This is where you hear that quote used so much in the radio and TV trailers, “the perfect weapon is the one you only have to fire once.” But while there, Stark’s convoy is ambushed and he makes the discovery that (spoilers — highlight to read) the bad guys have been stealing the weapons created by his company and using them against U.S. troops. He is shocked, Captain Renault style, and from this makes the decision to shut down the weapons division of his company the minute he gets back stateside…which takes a little bit of doing all by itself, because first he has to escape. The bad guys think he’s building weapons for them, but little do they know that he’s constructing a bunch of high tech armor with jetpacks and flamethrowers that he can use to defeat them. This has got something to do with the fact that Tony Stark now has shrapnel in his heart cavity and needs a car battery to not die. It gives him superpowers, or something.
Once he is rescued, he puts his plan into effect to end all wars by not making any more weapons. His second-in-command, Obediah Stone, objects to this on the grounds that if we don’t make any more weapons here, someone else will go ahead and make them, and if nobody makes any weapons at all on our side, the bad guys are still going to find ways to get them or else make them themselves. Stark, undaunted, holds his ground. Stark and Stone battle for control of Stark’s company. It turns out that Stone ordered the ambush on Stark in the first place. His motivation for doing so, it seems, is that with Stark out of the way, Stone can go ahead and make weapons that Stark otherwise wouldn’t let him make…the weapons Stark decided they shouldn’t make anymore…after the ambush…which was ordered to eliminate Stark, who decided weapons were bad, only after the ambush. Yeah. I had a little bit of a problem with that too.
And so Stark decides to stand up and fight for what he knows to be true, now, that weapons are bad, by building a revolutionary new version of his miracle body armor, which is essentially one big weapon. And so he ends up blowing up lots of stuff and killing people to get people to stop blowing things up and killing people. In this way, Iron Man suffers from a bout of Star Trek Syndrome: You know…you’re the Captain, you give orders people damn well better follow them, but if Starfleet gives you an order it always turns out Starfleet is taken over by a microbe, a race of androids, or has it’s head crammed up it’s ass in some other way. The message isn’t important, whether it comes from the protagonist or from someone else is what’s important. Goodness is determined by who is putting the plan into motion.
You know, if all subtlety was removed from this, Iron Man could have been made into a much more logical and comprehensible story. See the way I would have done it, Obediah Stone would have sold Stark on the idea that, y’know, if Stark Industries wasn’t making weapons in the first place the ambush wouldn’t have happened and Tony Stark wouldn’t need a magnet in his chest to stay alive…therefore…Stone is the one with the idea that they should get out of the weapons business. And then, halfway through the movie Stark discovers that Stone is allied with and funded by the terrorists, and his plan all along was to make sure the U.S. in a position to be defeated by the terrorists, and as Stark Industries has been liquidating the hardware in it’s weapons division Stone was secretly diverting that arsenal to the terrorists when it was supposedly being destroyed. And then Stark says man, this is some bullshit, I’m gonna do something about it and then he builds his suit.
See, the lesson would have been exactly the same. The way they did it, the moral of Iron Man is that what makes a weapon “bad,” isn’t the fact that it exists, it’s the character and motives of whoever wields it; but it seems to me the lesson might have been lost on the audience, to say nothing of the producers of the movie themselves. My way, you have the same lesson, but it’s crystal-clear. It would’ve made for a much better movie.
Having said that, though, it was all right.
Sphere: Related ContentIn case you hadn’t realized, it has somehow become uncool to sound like you know what you’re talking about. Or believe strongly in what you’re, like, saying. Invisible question marks and parenthetical “y’know”s, and “y’know what I’m saying”, have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences, even when those sentences aren’t, like…questions…?
If you focus on it, you realize that you hear this voice every day if you bounce around a bit in our larger cities buying this or ordering that, and in general running into young people in the “service” sector — be it coffee shop, video store, department store, boutique, bookstore, or office cube farm. It’s a kind of voice that was seldom heard anywhere but now seems to be everywhere.
It is the voice of the neuter…You hear this soft, inflected tone everywhere that young people below, roughly, 35 congregate. As flat as the bottles of spring water they carry and affectless as algae, it tends to always trend towards a slight rising question at the end of even simple declarative sentences. It has no timbre to it and no edge of assertion in it.
The voice whisps across your ears as if the speaker is in a state of perpetual uncertainty with every utterance. It is as if, male or female, there is no foundation or soul within the speaker on which the voice can rest and rise. As a result, it has a misty quality to it that denies it any unique character at all.
What gives rise to all these “invisible question marks” and throwaway token mutterings like “y’know” is a heavy glut of external cognitions — things you know because the next guy told you they are so, and he must know what he’s talking about because someone else told him. These people can’t argue, because they don’t know why it is they “know” the things they are supposed to know. One guy “knows” Bush lied about WMD, another guy is willing to consider it but first insists on being shown what exactly the lie is — the argument is really over before the first syllable is tossed out in one direction or the other. It’s kind of like one of ‘em brought a knife to a gun fight.
Moore ties the phenomenon of wimps and barbarians directly to the culture of divorce and the absence of male role models in boys’ lives. “Half of American boys growing up do not live with their natural fathers. The sons of single mothers lack strong men to usher them into the world of responsible, adult manhood. Divorce, whether in reality or in the acrimonious rhetoric of the mother, impresses upon the boy an image of the father, and therefore of all men, as being irresponsible, deceitful, immature, and often hateful or abusive towards women. For sons, the divided loyalties occasioned by divorce actually create profound doubts about their own masculinity. As the boy approaches manhood, he is plagued by subconscious questions which have no immediate resolution: ‘Will I be like Dad?’ ‘Do I want to be like Dad?’ ‘What is a man supposed to do?’”
This poisoning of masculine certainty is by no means intentional. That’s what is so dangerous about it. If it were intentional, you couldn’t recruit someone to do a little bit more of the poisoning, without convincing them of the righteousness of the cause, and inculcating in them some — ahem — certainty that the cause was just. You would have to, in effect, contradict yourself by asserting that certainty is a good thing where your recruiting was concerned, but something to be attacked by the recruited once the recruiting was done.
No, this trend is unintentional and passive, which makes it all the more potent, destructive and insidious. Swelling throngs of so-called “people” wear and tear away a little bit more at the very notion of being certain of what you’re saying and what you’re doing; at masculinity itself. And like those who condemned and executed Christ, they know not what they do.
Sphere: Related ContentSmall-Tee tim the godless heathen, is wondering aloud in the comment section…
At this point I’m just wondering what exactly would actually make him [Sen. Obama] unelectable to his supporters. Murder, pedophilia, wife beating, drug dealing…?
To his supporters…to his supporters…dang, that’s a tough one. The list of what does not do the trick, at this point, is getting a little on the long side.
So I came up with a “Letterman Top Ten Style” list of what might kill the whole deal. To his supporters, as you say.
10. The customary dead girl.
9. The customary live boy.
8. Obama ‘fesses up to doing it doggie style, with Michelle standing behind him.
7. Obama asserts Israel’s right to exist.
6. Obama finishes a few too many speeches without using the word “hope.”
5. Obama finishes a few too many speeches without using the word “change.”
4. Obama goes on record saying maybe, just maybe, in some cases, we should think about executing people who really deserve it — who aren’t Republicans.
3. Obama answers a question directly and substantively instead of launching into a diatribe about how badly George Bush has handled something.
2. Obama calls on Jimmy Carter to be quiet, and for once earn this “dignified elder statesman” label people keep putting on him.
And the number one thing that would make Barack Obama unelectable…to his supporters…
1. He says some nice things about America.
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Sphere: Related ContentDuring WWII, the Japanese were searching for a way to demoralize the American forces that they faced. The Japanese psychological warfare experts came up with a message that they thought would work well. They gave the script to their famous broadcaster “Tokyo Rose” and everyday she would broadcast this same message packaged in various ways hoping to have an impact on American GI morale. What was the message? It had three main points:
1. Your President is lying to you.
2. This war is wrong and illegal.
3. You cannot win the war.
Sound familiar? Maybe it’s because the U.S. mainstream media and the Democrat Party has picked up the same message and is broadcasting it to our troops. The only difference is that they claim to support our troops before they demoralize them.
The Best Sentence I’ve Heard Or Read Lately (BSIHORL) award goes to Shrink Wrapped, of whom we learn via Gerard’s Side Lines…
It is very easy, in these days when news is synonymous with entertainment and most people confuse feelings with facts, for our political system to become unbalanced in the face of passionate advocates of the pseudo-science of the day.
In context, the issue under discussion is the hysteria involved in the supposed vaccine-Autism connection, but it could apply to a lot of other things as well.
Sphere: Related ContentMy household is a motherless household. My kid has a Mom and my girlfriend has a Mom, so when you spiral outward to extended families that’s about all the Mom-hood you find. So other than reminding all among you who have Moms to give ‘em a call, I don’t have too much to say here.
Except for a warning. There are many among our future and past-moms who seem to think class and fidelity are mutually-exclusive things; they’re worshiping Mrs. Robinson, Ann Bancroft’s character from The Graduate, as a role model. Yes, they are; it’s true. Perhaps their moms can do something about this before it gets any further out of hand, and so help to preserve the institution.
It’s not indestructible, you know. Motherhood does have weaknesses and as an attribute of culture, it can become shriveled, withered, twisted and mutated from what it once was. Made useless, in other words.
And anyone who doubts that prospect, can feast their eyes on this find from blogger friend Rick: And gosh…I…just…don’t…know…how…to…tease…this…
With Mother’s Day coming up this weekend, Planned Parenthood, the nation’s largest abortion business, has a message for moms: send us more money. Cecile Richards, the president of Planned Parenthood Federation of America, sent out a fund-raising request this week one pro-life advocate says is grotesque.
Richards honored Mother’s Day by sharing part of an editorial her daughter wrote saying she got her pro-abortion views from her mother and grandmother, former Texas Gov. Ann Richards.
“It’s true that I have had lots of rewarding moments in my career. So did my mother,” Cecile wrote in the email LifeNews.com obtained. “But knowing that my daughter is carrying on the legacy of fighting that my mother passed to me trumps ‘em all.”
Celebrating Mother’s Day by raising funds to perform abortions…thereby stopping motherhood in it’s tracks. Celebrating womanhood by honoring a woman with Narcissistic Personality Disorder who betrayed both her daughter and her husband.
Mothers, your daughters are in danger.
When men are being idiots, typically they’re shouting things to each other like “If Iraq is such a good idea, how come you’re not there, you chickenhawk?” Yes, that’s pretty much stuck on stupid right there…it’s a betrayal of what manhood is supposed to be, in which manly men challenge other men to be manly men, rather than belittling third-parties for showing that respect to the manly-men. Manhood is suffering from an ailment in which wimpy men dare to bully real men into becoming wimpy men, rather than the other way around. But there is a common affliction among females, something several orders of magnitude beyond this — although the common thread of betraying the foundation of the gender in question, remains. Our girls, in addition to confusing real-women with phony-women, are also confusing loyalty with treachery, order with chaos, honor with ignominy.
Or at the very least, are tempted to.
Celebrating Mrs. Robinson. My goodness.
Mrs. Robinson has a presence as she enters a room. Her smile radiates the energy that she will share with those who accept it. Most are intrigued as she walks with poise and welcome in her glance. Those lucky enough to join her will be greeted with a gentle yet firm hand, a delicate kiss or a warm embrace. Her words are composed of praise and inspiration. Those who listen will do so intently, and often enjoy great laughter. Her plan to make the environment in which she resides a place of comfort and joy is instantly revealed. Thank you, Mrs. Robinson, for your class within the laws of attraction. I look forward to my continued education in the art of fulfillment. Submitted by Ms. Smith, San Francisco [emphasis mine]
Pure Yang, in other words.
And brazen infidelity…
Mrs. Robinson would buy the shoes, seduce the man, kiss the boy, protect the innocent, forget her pantyhose, wear the lingerie, upset the balance, hear the neighbors, play the game, forget her bank account number, lust after the pool boy, decide to remember, desire the wrong one, mistake her pregnancy test and generally, love her unbelievable life. That’s what Mrs. Robinson would do. Submitted by Ms. L. Miller, San Francisco
Mrs. Robinson, in the movie, left a wake of dysfunction, distrust, misery, anger, intense sadness, suffering, confusion, broken relationships, shattered pieces of where a family once stood, and general chaos. To see her celebrated as a feminist icon, to me, is shocking. Just as much so as seeing a solicitation for abortion funds in “celebration” of Mother’s Day.
Anonymous, as quoted by Cassy Fiano in her follow-up post to the whole “real men” exchange, I think nails shut the difference between womanhood as many seem to see it, and womanhood as it can exist to earn the respect they crave:
…from the male perspective, sex is the greatest compliment that a woman can pay to a man. A woman who sleeps around devalues the compliment.
Just something to think about, ladies. Back in the days when timeless legends were written, did we play to the male fantasy by having the knight in shining armor slay the dragon so he can scale the walls of the impenetrable fortress, and wait for his turn to gang bang the princess? Nope. In the same way the princess paid her compliment to the knight, the knight paid the princess a compliment by deeming her worthy of facing down that dragon and near-certain death. It’s a timeless tale about enduring love and respect, not about a roll in the hay. In fact, the closing scenes of your favorite movie, Mrs. Robinson fans, reprises this timeless tale yet again. And Ann Bancroft ends up being one of the dragons. Weren’t you paying attention?
Maybe, just maybe, some of the gals in the Mrs. Robinson Society will follow a trackback here, and learn what they need to learn. If one mind can be changed, so the cliche goes, then it’s worth it.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Sphere: Related ContentH/T: Fake Steve, via Vodkapundit.
Sphere: Related ContentYes, I like. Hotel Manager Dion Cooper caught the tagger red-handed, which is already pretty good…then he asked the tagger to stop and clean-up. The tagger gave him a bunch of guff.
So he grabbed McKelvey and his thick green paint pen and started drawing on his face.
“I asked him, ‘How do you like that, mate? How do you like being drawn on?’ I put a bit on his clothes, said, ‘Oh sorry, mate, I’ve just wrecked your clothes, like you wrecked my wall, how did you like it?”‘
He then tossed McKelvey into the garden bar, and threw the pen at him.
“There were about 80 to 100 people cheering.”
The story goes on to say the tagger learned his lesson, after being sentenced to 150 hours community service. He’s good & sorry. Yeah…sorry he got caught.
Dion Cooper, I like your style. H/T: FARK.
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Isn’t it about time we started asking that question? So far, I have…
1. Don’t let us build nuclear power plants;
2. Don’t let us drill for oil stateside;
3. Tax our gas purchases, ostensibly for research of “alternative fuels”;
4. Make it more expensive to sell oil and gas, so those companies pass on the costs to US.
Anything I missed?
Well, Phil has been doing some slant-drilling in cartoon land, and he seems to have hit a mother-lode of sorts.
Sphere: Related ContentVia Boortz.
You know, I don’t recall Dan Quayle doing anything quite like this:
H/T: Cassy.
Kathryn Jean Lopez put together a lapel pin that maybe, just maybe, the Obamamessiah wouldn’t mind wearing:

H/T: Ace.
Sphere: Related ContentAs I’ve written before a few times, it being a recent obsession of mine: Conservatism is all about the symbiotic relationship pre-existing — liberalism is all about requiring a governmental program to make one. Conservatives believe, before we even begin to figure out what we’re going to do on any given day, separate classes are already united in common struggles and laboring under common interests. Liberals believe each class is tearing at the jugular of the next one…or else, is having it’s jugular so targeted by the previous one.
That’s what the issues are all about. All of them. Each and every single one, even the ones that appear to be constructed upside-down from this. Terrorism, for example, in which conservatives say we should carpet-bomb the terrorists and liberals say we should drink tea with them. That isn’t about a symbiotic relationship with the terrorists, you know; the terrorists already decided whether or not that was possible, when they started trying to kill us. That issue is about the inherent right to self-defense: Liberals don’t think we’re worth it. Still think liberals are all about universal brotherhood? Here, try this. Lift up all the pablum a liberal has to say about terrorists, how we need to look for “common ground” with them, hear their “grievances,” “negotiate,” make “peace.” Now take all those empty catchphrases, strip them of all the euphemisms for “terrorist” and in the place of those words, put in “conservative” and “Republican.”
Will the liberal still step up to those words and put his name under them?
I rest my case.
But I digress. Liberals don’t think labor shares common interests with management, straights share common interests with homosexuals, women share common interests with men, ethnic share common interests with whites. They don’t believe in any of that stuff. When they want to do something, half the time, supposedly it has to do with making such a symbiotic relationship where it didn’t exist before. The other half of the time, they want to give special privileges and rights to one class, at the expense of another. But they never, ever, ever believe any two classes among us can be swimming in the same direction…can help each other out…can both mutually benefit from a common action.
Voice your belief in Trickle-Down economics, for example — and a whole gaggle of liberals will be down your throat, chastising you,