Daily Ramblings:
There's Too Much Confusion ...04/16/2005 04:20:05 pm
I don't understand this. From a local Michigan
newspaper: "An evening with Bob Dylan and Michael
Moore, almost."
This columnist goes to see a Dylan show in Mt. Pleasant, at a casino. He sees
Michael Moore there, also attending the show. He
wants to go over to Moore and tell him that he liked
"Fahrenheit 9/11" a whole lot, but security
people make it clear that Moore doesn't want to be
bothered. Nothing noteworthy here yet. Here's the
twist:
I wanted to tell Michael Moore
that I had seen his movie and really enjoyed it.
I wanted to tell him that I had taken my son to
see it when he was only a couple days fresh back
from Baghdad.
Soldiers fight for not only
freedom of the press but also freedom of speech
too.
Uh, aside from the perplexing distinction he's
making there between freedom of the press
and freedom of speech (which one is he
implying is more applicable to Fahrenheit 9/11? And
at what point did the government try to stop that
movie from being made or shown in theaters?), what in
the world would possess a father to eagerly take his
son, a couple of days off from serving in combat, to
a movie that denigrates his mission and purpose to
such an extent?
Then this:
The movie contained footage of
U.S. Army soldiers on patrol in Baghdad. They
were searching an area when an improvised
explosive device went off right in front of them.
The speakers in the theater were at maximum
volume and the explosion was very loud and
literally rocked the theater.
I noticed that my son, who was seated next to me,
jumped and then gripped the arm rests of his
seat. It was quite a shock to him, watching that
scene.
He noticed that I had seen him flinch and he
looked a little sheepish. This saddened me,
realizing the things he had seen and done had
caused this to occur.
We went directly outside to have a cigarette
after this. I noticed my son smoking furiously
while gripping the cigarette hard and staring off
into the distance of the theater parking lot. He
was looking about 1,000 yards away at nothing in
particular. Then we went back in and finished
watching the movie.
That's what I wanted to tell Michael Moore --
about his movie and the effect it had on us that
day.
He wanted to thank Michael Moore for the cherished
memory of seeing his son, just returned from a war
zone, get upset by a loud explosion? Again, I
honestly just don't understand this. Not a single
bit.
There was a movie I seen one time,
I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck,
he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars
were torn down.
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