Friday, April 25, 2003
 
What Did She Mean, Anyway?

Good day. I notice a lot of traffic dropping by from IMAO, and I wanted to clarify what my esteemed spouse said in the comment to Frank J's props for Michael Moore.

Hey, I say The Big One when it ran at the artsy Tivoli theatre here in St. Louis back in the 1990s. I liked it well enough. After all, corporate power abusers are the same fun targets for drive-by rantings as governmental ones, ainna? So when I spent my four bucks to join the Quality Paperback Club, I selected Stupid White Men. I knew the basic plot, so it's not like I was getting something I wasn't expecting.

It became a boon that I bought it in paperback. I could more vigorously "dialog with the text" without damaging the furniture or walls of my home. Highlighting? Marginalia? How about a schnucking drop-kick when Moore pillories the new attorney general for disposing of gun background checks as the law says he should--which Moore calls ILLEGAL! How about a backhand expulsion of the tome the eighty-second time Moore describes Bush as illegitimate? I forget at what point I spiked the book to the floor and stomped on it, but I made it all the way through.

I'd recommend the practice of paperbacks when reading books with which you disagree. It's not always the case that you'll feel such vitriol that you'll need to physically abuse a book, but when lies, quarter-truths, and whatnot cover most of the material between the title page and the "About the Author" section, it's best to be safe from gouging drywall, concussing cats, or hurting yourself.

Thank you, that is all.

 
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