Monthly Archives: March 2003

More lies by Moore:

The Truth Behind Bowling for Columbine:

The point is not that Bowling is unfair, or lacking in objectivity. One might hope that a documentary would be fair, but nothing rules out a rousing polemic.

The point is far more fundamental: Bowling for Columbine is dishonest. It is fraudulent. It fixes upon a theme, and advances it, whenever necessary, by deception. To trash Heston, it even uses the audio/video editor to assemble a Heston speech that Heston did not give, and to turn sympathetic phrases into arrogant ones. Moore’s object is not to enlighten or to document, but to play his viewer like a violin, to the point where they leave the theater with heartfelt believe in that which is, sadly, quite false.

This article is very detailed and with a lot of evidence to support its claims — It’s wild how much untruth is really behind this “documentary.” Grrr, I hate being lied to.

I am not very patriotic, in the usual meaning of that word. I cannot say “My country right or wrong” in any political, social, or literary context. But one thing is inalterable, for better or worse, in life.

This is where my world began. A world which includes ancestors – both my own and other people’s ancestors who become mine. A world which formed me, and continues to do so, even while I fought it in some of its aspects, and continue to do so. A world which gave me my own lifework to do, because it was here that I learned the sight of my own particular eyes.

Margaret Laurence, Where the World Began

I found this lil quote while I was getting my lesson ready (final exam review) for class tomorrow. This passage really spoke to me — while I may not agree with what is going on right now, I’ll always have a special devotion toward my home. And you know, I think it took me moving away from both my country and my family for me to fully realize how blessed I am.

Just because I know you’re curious

Our friend Optimus Prime now has his very own weblog you can follow. Too bad he can’t spell and is out fighting “Suddam.” Ah, the legacy of cheap plastic toys from the 80′s! Has anyone heard if any My Little Ponies or Snorks or Shirt Tales or Smurfs or are over there fighting too?

Iraqi People ‘Terrified of Saddam Hussein’ (from Arab News)

When we finally made it to Safwan, Iraq, what we saw was utter chaos. Iraqi men, women and children were playing it up for the TV cameras, chanting: “With our blood, with our souls, we will die for you Saddam.”

I took a young Iraqi man, 19, away from the cameras and asked him why they were all chanting that particular slogan, especially when humanitarian aid trucks marked with the insignia of the Kuwaiti Red Crescent Society, were distributing some much-needed food.

His answer shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did.

He said: “There are people from Baath here reporting everything that goes on. There are cameras here recording our faces. If the Americans were to withdraw and everything were to return to the way it was before, we want to make sure that we survive the massacre that would follow as Baath go house to house killing anyone who voiced opposition to Saddam. In public, we always pledge our allegiance to Saddam, but in our hearts we feel something else.”

Different versions of that very quote, but with a common theme, I would come to hear several times over the next three days I spent in Iraq.

The people of Iraq are terrified of Saddam Hussein.

Wow, my hope for humankind just went up a gazillion notches:

Iraqi Civilians Give Food to Hungry Marines

Iraqi civilians fleeing heavy fighting have stunned and delighted hungry US marines in central Iraq (news – web sites) by giving them food, as guerrilla attacks continue to disrupt coalition supply lines to the rear.

Corpsman Tony Garcia said the food donation was an act of appreciation for the American effort to topple the brutal regime of Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein. “They gave us eggs and potatoes to feed our marines and corpsmen. I feel the local population are grateful and they want to see an end to Saddam Hussein,” he said. “It was a lovely, beautiful gesture.”

Khairi Ilrekibi, 35, a passenger on one of the buses, which broke down near the marine position, said he could speak for the 20 others on board. In broken English he told a correspondent travelling with the marines: “We like Americans,” adding that no one liked Saddam Hussein because “he was not kind.” He said Iraqi civilians living near him were opposed to Saddam Hussein and that most were hiding in their homes and were extremely tired.

Don’t think they would do that if they thought the Marines were “invading” — almost makes you think that they were happy to see ‘em?

Recipe for the ultimate date-night:

With yourself, that is.

First, decide that absolutely NO schoolwork will be done, under any circumstances.

Second, go to your favorite cheap video store (49 cent video) and rent some movies you’ve been meaning to see. (I finally decided on Fargo and Bonnie and Clyde — apparently, due to my film choices, I’m feeling fairly violent. I was gonna watch some Sopranos, but the first volume was already checked out!)

Third, change into comfy oversized sweatpants, teeshirt, and comfy socks.

Fourth, order a cheesy pizza (feeling NO guilt) and watch away!

Yup, that’s my plan for this happenin’ Friday night.

I survived!

Tonight’s presentation went fairly well, I think. Todd, you are the best! Thanks SO MUCH for coming tonight. It was nice to see a friendly face in the crowd, and to finally get to hug your neck. I hope that you had a good time. Next week, when my life finally calms down (somewhat), we’ll have to get coffee.

But back to the actual presentation. The prof opened up the discussion — and I was a little surprised at what he had to say. We had our “dry run” yesterday, and his comments tonight were decidingly more anti-American. He was talking about notions of “freedom” — and threw in several digs at America’s “monopolization and franchising” of freedom. He also explored the implications of “Operation Iraqi Freedom” — and, let’s just say he’s very against the war. I’m not upset at his opinions, just taken aback at the vehemence of them appearing in this particular context. But, ah well.

After his comments (which were not too monopolizing, thankfully), the rest of the class started our presentations. There were ones on Salman Rushdie, Animal Farm, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Digital Diaires. Oh, and mine, of course! Everyone else had typed pages that they read from — me, well — I only had a notecard and a lot of nerve. I think it went pretty okay. I was really nervous once I actually got up there, so I felt like I stumbled a little bit on my words — but I had a connection with the audience that the others didn’t necessarily have, reading from their pages.

The question time was — eh-hem — interesting. There were some “writers” there as special guests — and I think they were asking the types of questions that 1. Make themselves look good and us stupid, and 2. Questions that aren’t really questions that have an answer. Or if there is one, they wouldn’t accept what you had to say. But anyway, besides the questions from these “academics” (read: assholes), the other comments and questions were interesting and actually answerable.

Again, with my big mouth, it was known my dislike for Michael Moore and my own insecurities of being an American in Canada. Overall it was a very fun experience, despite the nerves and face-risks involved. I do love being in University!