Fahronleft 411
I’ve done very little in my life that I regret.
In fact, so far, I may have only one real regret.
When it came out in theaters, I bought a ticket and watched Fahrenheit 9/11.
Somewhere around half-way through the film, I took a nap. I may have taken two. That I don’t regret.
But I supported Michael Moore, and I regretted that move moments after the movie began, and the poo began to fly. From Michael’s film, to my ears, a non-stop parade of Bush-hating and general America-bashing from beginning to end.
And it’s a real shame, too. Yes, shame on Michael Moore for twisting truths to support his anti-Bush, anti-war agenda. But for me, it goes a little further.
When I was in college, enjoying some class, they put on “Roger and Me.” The movie from Michael Moore about how the evil General Motors Corporation killed business and jobs in Flint, Michigan.
I thought, hey, here’s a guy that fights for the little guy.
Then a show came on television called “TV Nation.” Again, it was Michael Moore fighting as the little guy against big, bad corporations.
I’d hear of a new movie or two every once in a while, and - while I didn’t catch the show - I’d think, Michael’s still going at it. Fighting for the little guy!
Then out comes “Fahrenheit 9/11.” I bought my ticket. I watched [most of] the show.
I wanted my money back after it was over. Worse: I wanted my 2 hours back. I’ll never see either again.
What bothers me so much isn’t just that I paid money to watch this joke of a film (ok, maybe it is). But what this brings up for me is serious doubt about all the other films and shows that Michael Moore did on behalf of “the little guy.”
The “little guy,” it turns out, was likely the Big Guy: Michael Moore. Why do for anyone else anything, when you can do for yourself everything? What better way to sell it than by saying “I’m fighting for you! The little guy!”
Only now all his work, for me, means poo. For the last 15 years, I’ve been suckered.
So while I’ll never get my ticket price refunded, or get my 2 hours of life back… I do have something that makes me as powerful as Michael Moore: I have a voice.
And while I have that voice, I’ll be working hard to retrieve that time I lost in the theater that day. My penance is to place links to other voices that realized what a con-artist Michael Moore really is. Those links will now appear in the right-side of my blog, here at Aloha Daze.
I’ll start with a nod to the Rinse Cycle, that had a wonderful little image that I just had to share here:
Yo, Michael. Just a thought that has escaped you: you’ve become the big corporation that you claim to have been fighting all these years.
Me? I am the little guy.
RLR