Everything is Ana’s fault.

Look into my eyes – you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart – search your soul
And when you find me there you’ll search no more
Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for
You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for
You know it’s true
Everything I do – I do it for you

Look into my heart – you will find
There’s nothin’ there to hide
Take me as I am – take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don’t tell me it’s not worth fightin’ for
I can’t help it there’s nothin’ I want more
Ya know it’s true
Everything I do – I do it for you

There’s no love – like your love
And no other – could give more love
There’s nowhere – unless you’re there
All the time – all the way

Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for
I can’t help it there’s nothin’ I want more
I would fight for you – I’d lie for you
Walk the wire for you – Ya I’d die for you

Ya know it’s true
Everything I do – I do it for you.

Good tip

I know there’s something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You’ve built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Listen to your heart
when he’s calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there’s nothing else you can do.
I don’t know where you’re going
and I don’t know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They’re swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can’t find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that’s been
when love was wilder than the wind.

Behave, George. Behave.

Yo

So ting away everybody….

Ting your bell twice

Pass slowly

Be nice.

Unforgiven

If anyone wrongs me that person is going straight to hell after a life of misery. No spam.

There are some ideas that could only appeal to an intellectual because the rest of us wouldn’t be so fucking stupid.

Americans are stupid. The proof.

‘They’ say that only hindsight is 20/20. BULLSHIT. Foresight can be 20/20 if you just listen to the right voice. Stupid fucking Americans.

Extracted from Michael Moore’s ‘Stupid White Men’

Dear George

AN OPEN LETTER TO “PRESIDENT” GEORGE W. BUSH

Dear Governor Bush:

You and I – we’re like family. Our personal connection goes back many years. Neither of us has cared to publicize it, for all the obvious reasons – mostly because no one would believe it. But because of something personal, something the Bush family did, my life was profoundly affected.

Let’s come clean and admit it: it was your cousin Kevin who shot Roger & Me.

At the time I made the movie, I didn’t know that your mother and Kevin’s mother were sisters. I just thought Kevin, whom I’d met when he was shooting his own film at a cross burning in Michigan, was one of those bohemian artist types who lived in Greenwich Village. Kevin had made a great film, Atomic Café, and on a lark I asked him if he would come to Flint, Michigan, and teach me how to make a movie. To my astonishment he said yes, and so for one week in February of 1987 Kevin Rafferty and Anne Bohlen traipsed around Flint with me, showing me how to work the equipment, giving me invaluable tips on how to make a documentary. Without your cousin’s generosity, I don’t know if Roger & Me would have ever been made.

I remember the day your dad was inaugurated as President. I was editing the film in a ratty old editing room in D.C. and decided to go down to watch him be sworn in on the Capitol steps. How weird it was to see your cousin Kevin, my mentor, sitting next to you up on the dais! I remember also walking down The Mall and seeing the Beach Boys playing “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” at a free inaugural concert in honor of your father. Back in the editing room, my friend Ben was on the screen, all choked up about going crazy on the assembly line and singing the same Beach Boys song over scenes of Flint in shreds.

Months later, when the film was released, your dad, the President, ordered a print of Roger & Me sent to Camp David one weekend for the family to watch. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall as you all viewed the havoc and despair that had been visited upon my hometown – thanks, in large part, to the actions of mr. Reagan and your father. Here’s something I’ve always wanted to know: At the end of the film, as the deputy sheriff was tossing the homeless kids’ presents and Christmas tree our on the curb because they were $150 behind in their rent, were there any tears in the room? Did anyone feel responsible? Or did you all just think, “Nice camerawork, Kev!”?

Well, that was the eighties. You’d just given up your hard drinking; after being sober for a few years, you were trying to “find yourself” with Dad’s help – an oil venture here, a baseball team there. It’s been clear to me for some time that you never had any intention of being President yourself. We all stumble into jobs we don’t want at one time or another – who hasn’t done that?

For you, though, it must be different. After all, it’s not just that you don’t want to be there; now that you’re there, you’re surrounded by the same gang of geezers who used to run the world with Pops. All those men roaming around the White House – Dick, Rummy, colin – not a single one is a pal of yours! It’s all the old farts Poppy used to have over to the house for a good cigar and vodka as they dreamed up plans to carpet bomb the civilians of Panama.

But you’re one of us – a Boomer, a C student, a partier! What the hell are you doing with that crowd? They’re eating you alive and spitting you out like a bad pork rind.

They probably didn’t tell you that the tax cut they drew up for you to sign was a swindle to take money from the middle class and give it to the super-rich. I know you don’t need the extra money; you’re already set for life, thanks to Grandpappy Prescott Bush and his smart trading with the Nazis before and during World War II.

But all those dudes who gave you a record-breaking $190 million to run your campaign (two-thirds of which came from just over seven hundred individuals!), they want it all back – and more. They’re going to hound you like dogs in heat, making sure you do exactly as they say. Your predecessor may have been renting out the Lincoln bedroom to Barbra Streisand, but that ain’t nothin’: before you know it, your pal, Acting President Cheney, will be turning over the keys of the West Wing to the chairman of AT&T, Enron, and ExxonMobil.

Your critics berate you for taking naps in the middle of the day and ending your workday around 4:30 P.M. You should just tell them you’re starting a new American tradition – lunchtime naps for all, and everybody home by five! Do that, and trust me, you’ll be remembered as our greatest President.

How dare they suggest you’re not getting anything done in office? Not true. I have never seen a new President busier than you. It’s almost as if you think your days as The Man are numbered. With the Senate already gone to the Democrats and the Housse on its way in 2002 – well, hey, look at the bright side, you’ll still have two more years before all those sore winners who voted for Gore give you the boot.

Your list of accomplishments – in just your first few months in office – is brutally impressive.

You have:

• Cut $39 million from federal spending on libraries
• Cut $35 million in funding for advanced pediatric training for doctors
• Cut funding for research into renewable energy sources by 50 percent
• Delayed rules that would reduce “acceptable” levels of arsenic in drinking water
• Cut funding for research into cleaner, more efficient cars and trucks by 28 percent
• Revoked rules strengthening the power of the government to deny contracts to companies that violate federal laws, environmental laws, and workplace safety standards
• Allowed Secretary of the Interior Gale Norton to request suggestions for opening up national monument for foresting, coal mining, and oil and gas drilling
• Broken your campaign promise to invest $100 million per year in rain forest conservation
• Reduced by 86 percent the Community Access Program, which coordinated care for people without health insurance among public hospitals, clinics, and other health care providers
• Nullified a proposal to increase public access to information about the potential ramifications of chemical plant accidents
• Cut funding for the Girls and Boys Clubs of America programs in public housing by $60 million
• Pulled out of the Kyoto Protocol agreement on global warming, ultimately signed by 178 other countries
• Rejected an international accord to enforce the 1972 treaty banning germ warfare
• Cut $200 million from workforce training programs for dislocated workers
• Cut $200 million from the Childcare and Development grant, a program that provides child care to low-income families as they are forced from welfare to work
• Eliminated prescription contraceptive coverage to federal employees (though Viagra is still covered)
• Cut $700 million in funds for public housing repairs
• Cut half a billion dollars from the Environmental Protection Agency’s budget
• Overturned workplace ergonomic rules designed to protect workers’ health and safety
• Abandoned your campaign pledge to regulate carbon dioxide emissions, a major contributor to global warming
• Prohibited any federal aid from going to international family planning organizations that provide abortion counselling, referrals, or services with their own funds
• Nominated former mining company executive Dan Lauriski as Assistant Secretary of Labor for Mine Safety and Health
• Appointed Lynn Scarlett, a global warming skeptic and an opponent of stricter standards on air pollution, as Undersecretary of the Interior
• Approved Interior Secretary Gale Norton’s controversial plan to auction off areas close to Florida’s eastern shore for oil and gas development
• Announced your plans to allow oil drilling in Montana’s Lewis and Clark National Forest
• Threatened to shut down the White House AIDS office
• Decided no longer to seek guidance from the American Bar Association on federal judicial appointments
• Denied college financial aid to students convicted of misdemeanour drug charges (though convicted murderers are still eligible for financial aid)
• Allocated only 3 percent of the amount requested by Justice Department lawyers in the government’s continued litigation against tobacco companies
• Pushed through your tax cut, 43 percent of which goes to the wealthiest 1 percent of Americans
• Pushed for a bill making it harder for poor and middle-class Americans to file for bankruptcy, even when facing overwhelming medical bills
• Appointed affirmative action opponent Kay Cole James to direct the Office of Personnel Management
• Cut $15.7 million from programs dealing with child abuse and neglect
• Proposed elimination of the “Reading Is Fundamental” program, which gives free books to poor children
• Pushed for development of “mini-nukes,” designed to attack deeply buried targets – a violation of the Comprehensive Test Ban Treaty
• Tried to reverse regulation protecting sixty million acres of national forest from logging and road building
• Appointed John Bolton, an opponent of non-proliferation treaties and the United Nations, as Undersecretary of State for Arms Control and International Security
• Made Monsanto executive Linda Fisher deputy administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency
• Nominated Michael McConnell, a leading critic of the separation of church and state, to a federal judgeship
• Nominated civil rights opponent Terrence Boyle to a federal judgeship
• Canceled the 2004 deadline for auto makers to develop prototype high-mileage cars
• Named John Walters, an ardent opponent of prison drug treatment programs, as drug czar
• Appointed oil and coal lobbyist J. Steven Giles as Deputy Secretary of the Interior
• Named Bennett Raley, who has called for the repeal of the Endangered Species Act, as Assistant Secretary of the Interior for Water and Science
• Sought the dismissal of a class-action lawsuit filed in the United States against Japan by Asian women forced to work as sex slaves in World War II
• Appointed as solicitor general Ted Olson, your chief lawyer in the Florida voting debacle
• Proposed to ease the permit process for contstructing refineries and nuclear and hydroelectric dams, including lowering environmental standards
• Proposed the selling of oil and gas tracts in the Alaska Wildlife Preserve

Whew! I’m tired just typing this list! Where do you get the energy? (It is the naps, isn’t it?)

Of course, a lot of the above is supported by many Democrats (and I’ll have a few words for them later in the book).

But right now, I’m concerned about you. Think back – what was your first act as “President”? You remember: before you would get in the car to ride down Pennsylvania Avenue in your inaugural parade, you insisted someone get a screwdriver and take the D.C. license plates off the limo because they contained the words “Support D.C. Statehood.” Here it is, the biggest day of your life, and you’re pissed at the license plates? You have GOT to relax!

I guess, though, I started worrying about you long before that day. A number of disturbing revelations regarding your behaviour surfaced during the campaign. Eventually they went away, but I continue to have concerns about your ability to function on the job. Please don’t take this as prying or moralising – we’ll leave that to Cheney! It is simply an honest attempt at intervention from a close friend of the family. Let me be blunt: I’m afraid you may be a threat to our national security.

That may seem a bit strong, but I don’t make this statement lightly. That may seem a bit strong, but I don’t make this statement lightly. It has nothing to do with our minor disagreements regarding executing innocent people on death row, or how much of Alaska to carve up with oil rigs. And I’m not questioning your patriotism – I’m sure you’d love any country that’s been this good to you.

Rather, it has to do with a number of behaviours many of us who care for you have witnessed over the years. Some of these habits are a little surprising; some you can’t control; and others are, unfortunately, all too common among us Americans.

Rather, it has to do with a number of behaviours many of us who care for you have witnessed over the years. Some of these habits are a little surprising; some you can’t control; and others are, unfortunately, all too common among us Americans.

Because you have your finger on The Button (you know, the one that could blow yp the world), and because decisions you make have vast and far-reaching consequences for the stability of said world, I would like to ask you three pointed questions – and I would like you to give me, and the American people, three honest answers.

1. George, are you able to read and write on an adult level?

It appears to me and many others that, sadly, you may be a functional illiterate. This is nothing to be ashamed of. You have lots of company (just count the typoes in this book. In fact, isn’t that a typo?). Millions of Americans cannot read and write above a fourth-grade level. No wonder you said “leave no child behind” – you knew what it felt like.

But let me ask you this: if you have trouble comprehending the most complex position papers you are handed as the Leader of the Mostly-Free World, how can we entrust something like our nuclear secrets to you?

All the signs of this illiteracy are there – and apparently no one has challenged you about them. The first clue was what you named as your favourite childhood book. “The Very Hungry Caterpillar,” you said.

Unfortunately, that book wasn’t even published until a year after you graduated from college.

Then there’s the question of your college transcripts, if those really are your transcripts. How did you get into Yale when other applicants in 1964 had higher SAT’s and much better grades?

During the campaign, when asked to name the books you were currently reading, you answered gamely – but when quizzed about the books’ contents, you didn’t know what to say. No wonder you aides stopped letting you hold press conferences with two months left in the campaign. Your handlers were scared to death of what you might get asked – and how you might answer.

One thing is clear to everyone – you can’t speak the English language in sentences we can comprehend. At first, the way mangled words and sentences seemed cute, almost charming. But after a while it became worrisome. Then, in an interview you broke America’s decades-long policy toward Taiwan, saying we were willing to do “whatever it took” to defend Taiwan, even suggesting we might deploy troops there. Jeez, George, the whole world flipped out; before you knew it, everyone was at Defcon 3.

If you’re going to be Commander-in-Chief, you have to be able to communicate your orders. What if these little slip-ups keep happening? Do you know how easy it would be to turn a little faux pas into a national security nightmare? No wonder you want to increase the Pentagon budget. We’ll need all the firepower we can get after you accidently order the Russians “wiped out,” when what you meant to say was, “I need to wipe the Russian dressing off my tie.”

Your aides have said that you don’t (can’t?) read the briefing papers they give you, and that you ask them to read them for you or to you. Your mother was passionately committed to reading programs as First Lady. Should we assume she knew firsthand the difficulty of raising a child who couldn’t read?

Please don’t take any of this personally. Perhaps it’s a learning disability. Some sixty million Americans have learning disabilities. There’s no shame in this. And yes, I believe a dyslexic can be President of the United States. Albert Einstein was dyslexic; so is Jay Leno. (Hey, I finally found a way to work Leno and Einstein into the same sentence! See, language can be fun.)

But if you refuse to seek help with this problem, I’m afraid you may be too great a risk for the country. You need help. You need Hooked on Phonies, not just another Oval Office briefing.

Tell us the truth, and I’ll come read to you every night at bedtime.

2. Are you an alcoholic, and if so, how is this affecting your performance as Commander-in-Chief?

Again, there is no finger being pointed here, no shame or disrespect intended. Alcoholism is a huge problem; it affects millions of American citizens, people we all know and love. Many are able to recover and live normal. Alcoholics can be, and have been, President of the United States. I greatly admire anyone who can deal with this addiction. You have told us that you cannot handle drinking, and that you haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since you were forty. Congratulations.

You have also told us that you used to “drink too much” and that you eventually “realized that alcohol was beginning to crowd out my energies andcould crowd, eventually, my affections for other people.” That is the definition of an alcoholic. This does not disquality you from being President, but it does require that you answer some questions, especially after you spent years covering up the fact that in 1976 you were arrested for drunk driving.

Why won’t you use the word alcoholic? That is, after all, the First Step to recovery. What support system havee you set up to make sure you don’t fall off the wagon? Being President is perhaps the most stressful job in the world. What have you done to ensure you can handle the pressure and the anxiety associated with being the most powerful man on earth?

How do we know you won’t turn to the bottle when face with a serious crisis? You’ve never had a job like this. For twenty years, from what I can tell, you had no job at all. When you stopped “drifting,” your dad set you up in the oil business with some ventures that failed, and then he helped you get a major league baseball team, which required you to sit in a box seat and watch a lot of long, slow baseball games.

As governor of Texas, you couldn’t have had much stress; there just isn’t enough to do. Being governor of Texas is a relatively ceremonial job. How will you deal with some unexpected new threat to world security? Do you have a sponsor you can call? Is there a meeting you can attend? You don’t have to tell me the answers to these questions; you just have to promise me you’ve thought them out for yourself.

I know this is very personal, but the public has a right to know. For those who say, “Well, c’mon, it’s his personal life that was twenty-four years ago,” I have this to say: I was hit by a drunk driver twenty-eight years ago, and to this day I cannot completely extend my right arm. I’m sorry, George, but when you go out on a public highway drunk, it’s no longer just your PERSONAL life we’re talking about. It’s my life, and the lives of my family.

Your campaign people – the enablers – tried to cover for you, lying to the press about the nature of your arrest for driving under the influence. They said the cop pulled you over because you were “driving too slowly.” But the arresting officer said it was because you had swerved off on the shoulder of the road. You yourself joined in the denial when asked about the evening you spent in jail.

“I didn’t spend time in jail,” you insisted. The officer told the local reporter that in fact you were handcuffed, taken to the station, and held in custody for at elast an hour and a half. Could it be that you truly don’t remember?

This is not just some simple traffic ticket. I can’t believe your enablers actually implied your drunk driving conviction wasn’t as offensive as Clinton’s transgressions. Lying about consensual sex you had with another adult while you are married is wrong, but it is NOT the same as getting behind the wheel of a car when you are drunk and endangering the lives of others (including, George, the life of your own sister, whowas with you in the care that night).

It is also NOT the same, despite what your defenders said before the election, as Al Gore volunteering that he smoked pot in his youth. Unless he was driving while stoned, his actions endangered no life but his own – and he wasn’t trying to cover it up.

You’ve tried to dismiss the incident by saying “it was back in my youth.” But you were NOT a “youth; you were in your thirties.

The night your conviction was finally revealed to the nation, just days before the election; it was painful to watch you swagger as you tried to chalk up your “irresponsible” action as the mere “youthful indiscretion” of having a few beers with the boys (smirk, smirk). I really felt for the families of the half a million people who have been killed by drunks like yourself in the twenty-four years since your “little adventure.” Thank God you kept drinking for only another several years after you “learned your lesson.” I think, too, of what you must have put your wife, Laura, through. She knew all to well how dangerous it is when any of us get behind the wheel. At seventeen she killed a high school friend of hers when she ran through a stop sign and collided with his car. I’m hopeful that you can look to her for guidance if ever you feel the pressures of the job getting to you. (Whatever you do, don’t turn to Dick Cheney for help: he’s had two drunk driving arrests on his record for more than twenty-five years!)

Finally, I have to tell you how distressed I was when, back in that crazy week before the election, you hid behind your daughters as your excuse for covering up this conviction. You said you were worried that your history of drunkenness would set a bad example for them. A lot of good that secrecy has done, as proven by the twins’ various arrests this year for alcohol possession. In some ways, I admire their rebellion. They asked you, they begged you, they told you: “Please, Dad, don’t run for President and ruin our lives!” You did. It did. Now, like all good teenagers, it’s payback time.

Perhaps the news anchor on Saturday Night Live put it best: “George Bush said he didn’t reveal the drunk driving charge because of what his daughters might think of him. He had preferred that they think of him as man with numerous failed business ventures who now executes people.”

Here’s what I suggest: Get help,. Join AA. Take your daughters to Al-Anon. You will all be welcomed with open arms.

2. Are you a felon?

When you were asked in 1999 about your alleged cocaine use, you replied that you had committed “no felonies in the last twenty-five years.” With all we’ve learned about tricky answers in the last eight years, that kind of response could only lead a reasonable observer to believe that the years before that were a different story.

What felonies did you commit before 1974, George?

Believe me, I’m not asking this in order to seek punishment for anything you did. I am concerned that if there is some deep, dark secret you are hiding, you may in effect be providing ammunition for anyone who uncovers that secret – be it a foreign power (your current favourite, the Chinese) or domestic (like – oh, pick – say R. J. Reynolds). If they discover your history of a felony or felonies, they’ll have something to hold over you, putting them in a position to blackmail you. That makes you, George, a national security threat.

Trust me, someone will find out what you are hiding – and when they do, we’ll all be at risk. You have a duty to disclose the nature of whatever felony you imply that you may have committed. Only by revealing it can you neutralize its potential use as a weapon against you – or us.

Also, you recently made it a requirement for any young person seeking financial aid for college to answer a question on the application form that reads: “Have you ever been convicted for any drug offense?” If they have, they are denied student aid – which means that many of them will not be going to college. (Or, to put it another way, according to your new orders Sirhan Sirhan can still receive student aid, but a kid with a joint can’t.)

Doesn’t this move on your part strike you as a little hypocritical? You would deny a college education to thousands of kids who only did exactly what you have implied you did as a young person? Man, that takes some chutzpah! As you’ll be receiving $400,000 a year from us until 2004 – from the same federal kitty that pays out the college aid – it seems only fair to make you answer the same question: “Have you ever been convicted of selling or possessing drugs (not including alcohol or tobacco)?”

We do know, George, that you have been arrested three times. Other than some peace-activist friends of mine, I don’t personally know anyone who has been arrested three times in their life.

In addition to the drunk driving, you were arrested with some fraternity brothers for stealing a Chinese wreath as a prank.

What was that all about?

Your third arrest was for disorderly conduct at a football game. Now this I really don’t get. Everyone conducts themselves in a disorderly manner at a football game! I’ve been to many football games and have had many a beer spilled on my head, but to this day I’ve never seen anyone arrested. You’ve gotta work pretty hard to get noticed in a crowd of drunken football fans.

George, I have a theory about why an dhow all this has happened to you.

Instead of having to earn it, you have been handed the presidency, the same way you’ve come by everything else in you life. Money and name alone have opened every door for you. Without effort or hard work or intelligence or ingenuity, you have been bequeathed a life of privilege.

You learned at an early age that, in America, all someone like you has to do is show up. You found yourself admitted to an exclusive New England boarding school simply because your name was Bush. You did not have to EARN your place there. It was bought for you.

When they let you into Yale, you learned you could bypass more deserving students who had worked hard for twelve years to qualify for admission to college. You got in because your name was Bush.

You got into Harvard Business School the same way. After screwing off during your four years at Yale, you took the seat that rightfully belonged to someone else.

You then pretended to serve a full stint in the Texas Air National Guard. But one day, according to the Boston Globe, you just skipped out and failed to report back to your unit – for a year and a half! You didn’t have to fulfil your military obligation, because your name was Bush.

Following a number of “lost years” that don’t appear in your official biography, you were given job after job by your daddy and other family members. No matter how many of your business ventures failed, there was always another one waiting to be handed to you.

Finally, you got to be a partner in a major league baseball team – another gift – even though you put up only one-hundreth of the money for the team. And then you conned the taxpayers of Arlington, Texas, into giving you another perk – a brand-new multimillion-dollar stadium that you didn’t have to pay for.

So it’s no wonder you think you deserved to be named President. You didn’t earn it or win it – therefore it must be yours!

And you see nothing wrong with this. Why should you? It is the only life you have ever known.

On election night, as the bote swayed back and forth across the nation, you told the press that your brother had assured you Florida was yours. If a Bush said it was so, it was so.

But it ain’t so. And when it dawned on you that the presidency had to be earned and won by a vote of the people – yes, the people! – you went berserk. You sent in hatchet man James Baker (“Fuck the Jews, they don’t vote for us anyway” was his advice to Poppy in ’92) to tell lies to the American people and stoke the nation’s fears. When that didn’t stop the votes from being counted – because you knew how the vote would turn out. If you were truly sure you had the vote of the people, you wouldn’t have minded all those votes being counted.

What startles me is how you turned to the big bad federal government for help. Your mantra during every campaign stop was the following: “My opponent trusts the federal government. I trust you the people!”

Well, we soon learned the truth. You didn’t trust the people at all. You went straight to the federal court to get your handout (trust the voting machines, not the people!). At first the judges in Florida didn’t buy it – and for perhaps the first time in your life, someone told you no.

But as we’ve already seen, Daddy’s friends on the U.S. Supreme Court were there to take care of everything.

In short, you’ve been a drunk, a thief, a possible felon, an unconvicted deserter, and a crybaby. You may call that statement cruel. I call it “tough love.”

For the sake of all that is decent and sacred, good God, man, take leave immediately and bring some honor to your all-important family name! Make those of us who know there’s a thread of decency in your family proud once again to claim that a Bush in the hand is better than a handout to a Bush.

Yours,

Michael Moore (angel)

Mind you, I must admit it doesn’t fucking help when main stream fucking media promotes the book like it is something that jerry fucking seinfeld wrote.

‘Furious and funny. A great book’ Time Out

‘Hysterically funny. The angrier Moore gets, the funnier he gets. Sensational’ San Francisco Chronicle.

‘Caustic, breakneck, tell-it-like-it-is … He’s a genuine populist, a 21st century pamphleteer’ Observer.

‘A really great, hilarious, rollicking, fantastic read’ Newsnight Review

‘Savagely hilarious’ Irish Times

Yeah, pretty fucking funny now isn’t it? Ha ha fucking ha.

So, once again, Americans showed what happens when one has faith in the power of the market to bring a high quality product to the masses. And that, my friends, is exactly why those Americans are the stupidest fucking race on the entire planet.

I reckon you Seppos owe Angel Mike something (I shouldn’t have to say this but I feel I need to remind you Yanks that God uses angels to talk to humans. So that was God you ignored, patronized and ostracised). And then you can go about paying back the entire fucking planet. Starting with you know who followed by the Afghans and the Iraqis. And starting RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

“The crowd [will] grow louder – ‘HAIL TO THE THIEF!” … Bush [will] get out and walk, he [will] be booed, shouted down, and pelted with eggs the rest of the way. Eggs and tomatoes [will] hit [him]. The protestors [will] dare Bush to step out and face them [and he will].”

And those relatively decent Americans who at least made that one token effort on inauguration day will have front row seats. Okay?

Best bloody wishes and all that crap,

Matt

ps. And while I’m on main stream media (a-fucking-gain) where do you people get off fawning over Barack? Barack is MY man. Not fucking yours. George Bush is your man. Always has been. I am the only one who can fawn over Barack Obama. And I will give permission to those who I consider worthy of also fawning (that goes for everybody, not just MSM). So fuck off and leave him alone. He has a pretty fucking big job to do cleaning up the murderous and bloody mess left by YOUR man. And by the way, there is plenty of that blood I mentioned on YOUR fucking hands. So start fucking cleaning. Really really really FUCKING HARD.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060392452/dogeatdogfilms

Mairead

I never really knew my cousin Mairead until she died. I wonder what you were thinking….

http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2008/02/18/1203190740530.html

Well, I guess we will meet someday, Mairead.