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Tuesday, April 08, 2003
 

Arrested Development II: Attack of the Clods

 

I have a confession to make.  When I wrote about arrested development on March 25, I focused on examples that are well known to almost everyone.  It is with a certain sheepishness that I admit to having left out the most extreme case of arrested development of which I am currently aware.  You don’t know him and you should count your blessings.  He happens to be a co-worker of mine.  Frankly, I was hoping that I could overlook Gomer’s (not his real name) shortcomings.  Alas, I am confronted with Mr. Junior High Locker Room every day and I can no longer overlook the person who raised arrested development to an art form.

 

Gomer’s official title is vice-president of sales and marketing.  Now, I am certainly experienced enough to understand that arrested development can be an asset in such a position. It takes a junior high mentality to attend the chamber of commerce breakfast at 7:30 each Thursday.  That’s 7:30 a.m., when no civilized mortal should even think of being awake, much less functional.  He is a member of the local Leads Club.  Leads is not pronounced like the metallic element, although I can certainly understand why you would think so.

 

Caffiene is Gomer’s drug of choice.  Most of his co-workers think it should be Ritalin.  He is loud, obnoxious and juvenile.  And he’s even worse when he’s awake.  He works the phones like a telemarketer on amyl nitrite.  All the while, he keeps a radio blasting.  It’s either tuned to the local Lush Bimbaugh, Small Harvey, somewhere-to-the-right-of-Mussolini talk radio station or else to some FM outfit that plays the 21st century equivalent of Grand Funk Railroad.  My office is adjacent to this exercise in Chinese noise torture.  The fact that I have not yet committed extreme mayhem as a result of this outrage is a tribute to my Zenlike ability to tune out that which would drive a lesser man to a frothing rage.

 

It is carved into stone at our office that the sales department cannot, under any circumstances, promise that a story will appear in the magazine in order to secure a sale of advertising.  Gomer, nonetheless, makes this promise with astonishing regularity.  Once he has gotten some poor victim to sign on the bottom line, he is then forced to come, hat in hand, to the editorial department.  He does an amazing, foot shuffling imitation of the junior high kid who just got caught smoking out behind the stadium.  And he humbly begs us editorial types, for whom he has the utmost contempt, to bail his prevaricating ass out.  When we refuse and complain to the GM, he lies like a golf ball in the rough and denies that he ever promised anything to anyone. 

 

Gomer is a rock-solid American patriot, right down to his red-white-and-blue executive length boxer shorts.  He has never fought anything more threatening than his monthly battles with the editorial department, but he supports any war that comes along.  He has a trophy wife and two unfortunate children, which causes me to question my belief in Darwin’s contentions about the survival of the fittest.  Mr. Born-Again-Christian also spends a fair amount of time hitting on our receptionist, who resembles Barbie, both physically and intellectually.

 

I do my best to ignore the fact that he pastes virulently pro-war, pro-administration posters on the windows of his SUV.  There is nothing to be gained by getting into a political debate with someone whose understanding of history resembles Thomas Kinkade’s understanding of art.  However, one of his posters has seriously tested my resolve not to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man.  It says, among other things, that he is a proud American.  Well, some of us who have bothered to read the Bible to which he so loudly subscribes, know what pride goeth before.

 

The same poster reveals his ignorance of history.  Pride, the poster says, is not protest.  This is obviously aimed at the editorial department, which is well known for protesting everything from the invincible stupidity of the Bush administration to the lack of Krispy-Kreme doughnuts in the conference room.

 

This America that Gomer loves so much would never exist had it not been for protest.  Is his education so lacking that he has never heard of the Boston Tea Party?  Had it not been for the loud, obnoxious, subversive protests of certain patriots, Gomer would still be fishing the fjords of Scandinavia.  He hasn’t had the nerve to question my patriotism yet, even though he knows I oppose the war.  He also knows that I am a Vietnam veteran with two Purple Hearts and can’t quite figure that out.  He would probably be horrified to know that my family came to this country in 1627 and that my ancestor wrote the words to our national anthem.  Now, who is the real patriot here?

 

This, frankly, is a personal rant that was inspired by Rayne’s screed against the Ice Bitch Queen, which was inspired by my poem about a former employer.  You see how we bloggers feed off each other?  Isn’t America great?  With any luck, we’ll survive Gomer and the Ice Bitch Queen and the current administration with its delusions of adequacy.   Now, all we have to worry about is the thousands of bin Ladens our adventures in the Middle East are creating.  Sleep well.


11:07:42 PM    comment []

My tulip is blooming!  Did I mention I have a very small garden?

 


5:18:24 PM    comment []

A letter from Michael Moore:

Dear friends,

It appears that the Bush administration will have succeeded in colonizing Iraq sometime in the next few days. This is a blunder of such magnitude -- and we will pay for it for years to come. It was not worth the life of one single American kid in uniform, let alone the thousands of Iraqis who have died, and my condolences and prayers go out to all of them.

So, where are all those weapons of mass destruction that were the pretense for this war? Ha! There is so much to say about all this, but I will save it for later.

What I am most concerned about right now is that all of you -- the majority of Americans who did not support this war in the first place -- not go silent or be intimidated by what will be touted as some great military victory. Now, more  than ever, the voices of peace and truth must be heard. I have received a lot of mail from people who are feeling a profound sense of despair and believe that their voices have been drowned out by the drums and bombs of false patriotism. Some are afraid of retaliation at work or at school or in their neighborhoods because they have been vocal proponents of peace. They have been told over and over that it is not "appropriate" to protest once the country is at war, and that your only duty now is to
"support the troops."

Can I share with you what it's been like for me since I used my time on the Oscar stage two weeks ago to speak out against Bush and this war? I hope that, in reading what I'm about to tell you, you'll feel a bit more emboldened to make your voice heard in whatever way or forum that is open to you.

When "Bowling for Columbine" was announced as the Oscar winner for Best Documentary at the Academy Awards, the audience rose to its feet. It was a great moment, one that I will always cherish. They were standing and cheering for a film that says we Americans are a uniquely violent people, using our massive stash of guns to kill each other and to use them against many countries around the world. They were applauding a film that shows George W. Bush using fictitious fears to frighten the public into giving him whatever he wants.

And they were honoring a film that states the following:  The first Gulf War was an attempt to reinstall the dictator of Kuwait; Saddam Hussein was armed with weapons from the United States; and the American government is responsible for the deaths of a half-million children in Iraq over the past decade through its sanctions and bombing. That was the movie they were cheering, that was the movie they voted for, and so I decided that is what I should acknowledge in my speech.  And, thus, I said the following from the Oscar stage:

"On behalf of our producers Kathleen Glynn and Michael Donovan (from Canada), I would like to thank the Academy for this award. I have invited the other Documentary nominees on stage with me. They are here in solidarity because we like non-fiction. We like non-fiction because we live in fictitious times. We live in a time where fictitious election results give us a fictitious president. We are now fighting a war for fictitious reasons. Whether it's the fiction of duct tape or the fictitious 'Orange Alerts,' we are against this war, Mr. Bush. Shame on you, Mr. Bush, shame on you.
And, whenever you've got the Pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, you're time is up."

Halfway through my remarks, some in the audience started to cheer. That immediately set off a group of people in the balcony who started to boo. Then those supporting my remarks started to shout down the booers. The L. A. Times reported that the director of the show started screaming at the orchestra "Music! Music!" in order to cut me off, so the band dutifully struck up a tune and my time was up.


(For more on why I said what I said, you can read the op-ed I wrote for the L.A. Times, plus other reaction from around the country at my website http://www.michaelmoore.com)

The next day -- and in the two weeks since -- the right-wing pundits and radio shock jocks have been calling for my head. So, has all this ruckus hurt me? Have they succeeded in "silencing" me?

Well, take a look at my Oscar "backlash":

-- On the day after I criticized Bush and the war at the Academy Awards, attendance at "Bowling for Columbine" in theaters around the country went up 110% (source: Daily Variety /BoxOfficeMojo.com). The following weekend, the box office gross was up a whopping 73% (Variety). It is now the longest-running consecutive commercial release in America, 26 weeks in a row and still thriving. The number of theaters showing the film since the Oscars has INCREASED, and it has now bested the previous box office record for a documentary by nearly 300%.

-- Yesterday (April 6), "Stupid White Men" shot back to #1 on the New York Times bestseller list. This is my book's 50th week on the list, 8 of them at number one, and this marks its fourth return to the top position, something that virtually never appens.

--  In the week after the Oscars, my website was getting 10-20 million hits A DAY (one day we even got more hits than the White House!). The mail has been overwhelmingly positive and supportive (and the hate mail has been hilarious!).

-- In the two days following the Oscars, more people pre-ordered the video for "Bowling for Columbine" on Amazon.com than the video for the Oscar winner for Best Picture, "Chicago".

-- In the past week, I have obtained funding for my next documentary, and I have been offered a slot back on television to do an updated version of "TV Nation"/ "The Awful Truth."

I tell you all of this because I want to counteract a message that is told to us all the time -- that, if you take a chance to speak out politically, you will live to regret it. It will hurt you in some way, usually financially. You could lose your job. Others may not hire you. You will lose friends. And on and on and on.

Take the Dixie Chicks. I'm sure you've all heard by now that, because their lead singer mentioned how she was ashamed that Bush was from her home state of Texas, their record sales have "plummeted" and country stations are boycotting their music. The truth is that their sales are NOT down. This week, after all the attacks, their album is still at #1 on the Billboard country charts and, according to Entertainment Weekly, on the pop charts during all the brouhaha, they ROSE from #6 to #4. In the New York Times, Frank Rich reports that he tried to find a ticket to ANY of the Dixie Chicks' upcoming concerts but he couldn't because they were all sold out. (To read Rich's column from yesterday's Times, "Bowling for Kennebunkport," go here:
http://www.michaelmoore.com/articles/index.php?article=20030406-nytimes
He does a pretty good job of laying it all out and talks about my next film and the impact it could potentially have.) Their song, "Travelin' Soldier" (a beautiful anti-war ballad) was the most requested song on the internet last week.

They have not been hurt at all -- but that is not what the media would have you believe.

Why is that? Because there is nothing more important now than to keep the voices of dissent -- and those who would dare to ask a question -- SILENT.  And what better way than to try and take a few well-known entertainers down with a pack of lies so that the average Joe or Jane gets the message loud and clear: "Wow, if they would do that to the Dixie Chicks or Michael Moore, what would they do to little ol' me?"


In other words, shut the f--- up.

And that, my friends, is the real point of this film that I just got an Oscar for -- how those in charge use FEAR to manipulate the public into doing whatever they are told.

Well, the good news -- if there can be any good news this week -- is that not only have neither I nor others been silenced, we have been joined by millions of Americans who think the same way we do. Don't let the false patriots intimidate you by setting the agenda or the terms of the debate.

Don't be defeated by polls that show 70% of the public in favor of the war. Remember that these Americans being polled are the same Americans whose kids (or neighbor's kids) have been sent over to Iraq.  They are scared for the troops and they are being cowed into supporting a war they did not want -- and they want even less to see their friends, family, and neighbors come home dead. Everyone supports the troops returning home alive and all of us need to reach out and let their families
know that.

Unfortunately, Bush and Co. are not through yet. This invasion and conquest will encourage them to do it again elsewhere. The real purpose of this war was to say to the rest of the world,

"Don't Mess with Texas - If You Got What We Want, We're Coming to Get It!" This is not the time for the majority of us who believe in a peaceful America to be quiet. Make your voices heard. Despite what they have pulled off, it is still our country.

Yours,

Michael Moore
www.michaelmoore.com


5:07:47 PM    comment []

Thanks to John Bartol for unearthing this one.

"To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public."
 
Former President Theodore Roosevelt in 1918 challenging Woodrow Wilson's crackdown against dissent over the U.S. entry into World War I.

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