some thoughts on seeing SICKO

First of all, if you are already getting set to tell me that Michael Moore is a crackhead, or that his films are propaganda rather than documentary, please save yourself the trouble.  Moore has said as much himself, with his "I am the balance" speech.  I don't have a problem with calling his films "documentary," but I think he's best described as a "video essayist."

( You will probably want to skip the rest of this if you are convinced you are allergic to Michael Moore, or if the words "socialized medicine" raise your blood pressure. )

and another thing

This is at least partly related to spending the evening watching a Michael Moore movie, but I am so fucking angry about the Scooter Libby business I can't see straight.  Holy hell am I mad.  I could just about eat a battleship and shit staples.

I think one of the things that's most infuriating is that we have such a gutless, spineless, Democratic leadership in Congress, it's practically guaranteed that nothing is going to happen.  Pelosi's chair was barely warm before she announced that impeachment was off the table.  (The Huffington Post is urging you to make her put it back on the table.  That number is 202-225-0100, folks.  And MoveOn has one of their endless petitions in play to support impeachment, if you like signing MoveOn petitions.)

Our House rep, Marty Meehan, is vacating his seat this fall and it's up for grabs.  The first candidate who says they support impeaching this motherfucker will get my vote.  For that matter, they may well get me to quit my job and go to work on their campaign.