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Unfairenheit 9/11The lies of Michael Moore.

Moore: Trying to have it three ways
One of the many problems with the American left, and indeed of the American left, has been its image and self-image as something rather too solemn, mirthless, herbivorous, dull, monochrome, righteous, and boring. How many times, in my old days at The Nation magazine, did I hear wistful and semienvious ruminations? Where was the radical Firing Line show? Who will be our Rush Limbaugh? I used privately to hope that the emphasis, if the comrades ever got around to it, would be on the first of those and not the second. But the meetings themselves were so mind-numbing and lugubrious that I thought the danger of success on either front was infinitely slight.

Nonetheless, it seems that an answer to this long-felt need is finally beginning to emerge. I exempt AL Franken's unintentionally funny Air America network, to which I gave a couple of interviews in its early days. There, one could hear the reassuring noise of collapsing scenery and tripped-over wires and be reminded once again that correct politics and smooth media presentation are not even distant cousins. With Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11, however, an entirely new note has been struck. Here we glimpse a possible fusion between the turgid routines of MoveOn.org and the filmic standards, if not exactly the filmic skills, of Sergei Eisenstein or Leni Riefenstahl.

To describe this film as dishonest and demagogic would almost be to promote those terms to the level of respectability. To describe this film as a piece of crap would be to run the risk of a discourse that would never again rise above the excremental. To describe it as an exercise in facile crowd-pleasing would be too obvious. Fahrenheit 9/11 is a sinister exercise in moral frivolity, crudely disguised as an exercise in seriousness. It is also a spectacle of abject political cowardice masking itself as a demonstration of "dissenting" bravery.

I'm sorry but I am writing letters to every single sponsor of his and to the NFL and the Falcons.

If I could, I would treat him the same way he has allowed those poor dogs to be treated.

We just moved to the country, but when we lived in town, she jumped the fence I don't know how many times. When she wants in the house, it's not enough to simply scratch on the door, she has to jump six feet in the air and basically throw herself into the door.

I just get so frustrated. I was at friends house who has a golden retriever and they have a little bell hanging from their back doorknob and when their dog wants out, he simple rings the bell and same thing on the outside of the door too. I was incredulous. How did they get their dog to do that?!?!?!

I grew up with Michael Jackson. Used to watch the Jackson 5 cartoons in the 70s when I was a little kid. Then bought his first solo album, Off the Wall. Was watching the Apollo special when he moonwalked for the first time on stage. Bought Thriller as a teenager in the 80s and was just a huge, big-haired fan. It's like a part of my childhood just died.

And who can forget Farrah? I loved Charlie's Angels. Remember when she came back to acting after Charlie's Angels in the Burning Bed? Who knew she was more than just a sex symbol on a poster?!?!?! She fought such a courageous battle against her cancer.

I have NO desire to see this movie, and I believe that it is just perpetuating and promoting what is going on in this county -- I recently suffered a broken leg and went to THE "county hospital, i.e., Jackson Memorial, in Miami/Dade County -- the ONLY reason that I even went there was because of the fact that my significant other did not understand that with my insurance through CHAMPUS that I could be seen at any or all hospitals in the Miami area -- as a side note, the ONLY time that I have been "turned down" is at a Kaiser facility as far as being seen as a CHAMPUS patient.

CHAMPUS is the major insurance carrier that serves our military and their familes once the service member is honorably discharged, retires from active duty or dies in active combat or retired.

What I endured at Jackson was little short of HORRENDOUS and I believe that if any of us were to be seen at a major medical facility, we would soon find this out.

Jackson Memorial is 1500 beds -- I was initially seen in their "Extreme Care" section -- I got there at 11:30 a.m. and was finally out of there at 11:30 p.m. In the meantime, I walked down to their radiology department because the ignoramous P.A. did not put me in a wheelchair or crutches after I told him that the ankle area had been bruised for a week even after I wrapped it, Epsom salts, ice packs etc -- guess their attitude was "oh well" -- sure enough, it was a fracture -- they lost my records and with my second appointment it was from approximately 9:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. to be seen in their "Trauma Clinic" -- no docs, just residents,but tell you what, if you are of Hispanic descent, or poor -- BOY do you get preferential treatment -- needless to say, I am still in pain, with swelling, can't wear a shoe after the cast being off a week, and cannot get results -- I called the ER a bit ago and told them that I was going to be seen at a real hospital and that they could take their treatment and stick it

Bottom line is that patient care has TRULY gone down the toilet, whether it be a nurse, doctor or ANY kind of healthcare professional.

One time about 5 years ago, I was driving on the interstate, my SO now DH riding with me. Was just passing the rear of a trucker, cars behind me so there were witnesses to this and I couldn't just slam on my brakes, put on his signal and tried to pull out anyway. Since I was already passing him, kept going, and he ran me off the road to the center. Pulled back on and continued to pass him, had his window open and flipped me off. I didn't see it because I was trying to control the car, but the funny part was my DH (SO) rolling down the window and hanging out giving him a double one back all the way until I got in front of the truck. I said WHAT is going on!! He told me the bas%$@d flipped you off. Come on, they're high enough up to see there's a car right in front of them they want to pass. I told SO I'm slowing down and get that guy's plate number so I can report him. He slowed WAY down and stayed so far back that I finally gave up... Guess he wasn't in such a hurry after all. We still laugh about my husband's ~chivalry~ that day, him hanging out there giving him the double what for! Wish I had a pic of that for posterity

Not dissing truckers here, my own brother was one for quite a while and have had a couple who stopped to help me and went out of their way when I had a flat tire on the interstate one time in rush-hour traffic on Friday afternoon. My brother said that was really nice of them because it's money out of their pocket, but he did always say to report truckers who are playing games because it's so dangerous.

DS (15 yrs old) came home from school yesterday and I asked him what was new. He said the usual - "Not much."

I about fell over!!!! Apparently, the teacher had a ... uh... plastic "subject" and she asked for a volunteer to come up and apply the condom to the ... uh... model. And it's called "Health class," but he refers to it as "sex class."

No, seriously, I'm glad they learn this stuff. You know what they say, "The More You Know...!"

There are online websites documenting how many men versus women in each city of this country and the number of women today far outweigh the number of men......

One time quite awhile ago I was pushing my youngest through the mall in his stroller. There were two boys goofing around in the middl of the mall with the parents right nearby. I had to stop suddenly because one of the darlings wasn't watching where he was going and fell over the stroller. I said, "Excuse me!" with just a bit of sarcasm and the father had the nerve to yell at ME because I was rude. I then informed him that his kid was the rude one and kept walking. That one still makes me shake my head.

what kind of lettuce/other green leafy stuff do you like when you order/make a salad?

A couple of times I've gone in restaurants and they have brought me a salad that looked like they went out back and pulled weeds. Now, I love veggies, but that's some scary stuff. I'm simple..I just want iceberg lettuce!...then I can add other goodies that I can identify.

I have only met one (1) pit bull in my life. It was very pleasant, wanted to be petted, and never hostile. What I did notice is how muscular it was and I remember thinking that I wouldn't want that dog to snap at me. All dog breeds are capable of being aggressive (especially if there is a dominance issue), but some breeds are more muscular and less *intidimated* by humans than other breeds. It seems to me (dog experts, please correct me) it would be easier to pull a Yorkie or a Cocker Spaniel off an attacked person than a pit bull. I don't know how that applies to bigger breeds like labs or retrievers.

However, my humble opinion does not make up for the fact that you could face the loss of a loved family pet. I hope it works out for you.

Anyone remember how the old stores were when there were 'Main Streets'? Remember the wood floors and the merchandise in wooden bins on tables? Remember the cookies and candy they sold that was all encased in glass? No escalators, and only the best stores had elevators? Elevators with a man asking 'what floor'?, elevators that creaked and had criss cross bars across the front, instead of doors that closed? Evening in Paris perfume for our mom's at Christmas, Old Spice or hankies with his initial on them for dad? Remember when all you could use was cash? And of course, those wonderful lunch counters? I remember one of them sold sardine sandwiches! Anyone remember?