Monday, June 28, 2004

Freddy and 'Fahrenheit'...What a weekend!

It was quite the weekend. To note:

1) The White Sox took 2 of 3 from the Cubs before
2) landing Freddy Garcia in a blockbuster trade, and
3) Michael Moore's 'Fahrenheit, 9/11' placed another nail (if not many nails) in George Bush's political coffin.

Good stuff, indeed. Let the summer, and Bush's downfall, truly begin.

First, 'Fahrenheit' was a powerful film, a film destined to be remembered for its cultural significance. Am I biased? Yes, I will admit this. I don't like Bush. I've said it before, I'll say it again.

But, can I also say the movie was powerful from a non-biased position? Yes, I can.

The Flint mother whose military son was killed - but not before he referred to Bush as a "fool" in a letter written from the desert Hell of Iraq - produced many tears in a nearly-packed movie house. My throat was mysteriously congested and an unknown liquid began to form in my eyes before, for whatever reason, I began to hum "Boys Don't Cry" by the Cure. I couldn't tell you what that song had to do with the movie. It just popped into my head.


The images of smiling, care-free Iraqis going about their business in March, 2003, just before the bombing began, went a long way in showing what and, more precisely, who we actually attacked. Children. Mothers. Old men. Innocent people. We tend to conveniently forget, or completely ignore, such realities.

American citizens love to mourn the mounting deaths of American soldiers, and this is most understandable and commendable, but very few ever stop to recall that thousands of innocent Middle Easterners have been murdered, that the lives of countless thousands more have been saddened and altered forever, that a nation other than our own has been bombed into the midst of ruin.

And for what? So Bush can feel like a 'war president', a title he proudly bestows upon himself in the film? So Cheney's Halliburton, among other shady companies, can make money? So that the oil is ours, ours, OURS?!?!?

As for Moore bending the facts, this debate is hogwash. Sure, Moore may have worked things in such a way to strengthen his position, but this is what anyone with an agenda will do. It's not deceit, it's delivery. It's not tricky manipulation, it's facts management.

(And let's not forget, Bush and his administration have, for the most part, offered Moore everything he needed to make this film. Who can Bush and Cheney really point fingers at, other than themselves, their lies, their mistakes?)

Moore has an agenda. He admits as much. This is his right.

But Moore does not lie in the film, nor does he skew facts in a way that can be deemed unfair.

Moore merely presents a point of view that is there for the taking. In actuality, Moore really doesn't present anything that any proud Bush-opposer doesn't already know. It's fairly tip-of-the-iceberg stuff. There were no eye-opening, previously unknown nuggets of information that will shock the world. There is, however, plenty of information that the middle-of-the-road American, so important on election day, should be aware of.

Moore made a film that was just sitting there, waiting to be made. And props to him for that. America needed it, Moore delivered.

Personally, I find the argument that Moore is pompous, arrogant, and self-serving to be weak. In 'Fahrenheit', as well as his other films, Moore comes across simply as a man who has issues with certain facets of society...then puts in the time, money, and effort to address the said issues.

What's the harm in this? How is this 'arrogance'?

This isn't arrogance. This is getting up on a soapbox and offering the truth, no matter how ugly.

Moore already has our money. ($9! What an outrage!) Good for him. Now he deserves a little thanks.

He's earned it.


Speaking of gratitude, White Sox GM Kenny Williams deserves a little love for aquiring Freddy Garcia from the Mariners, beating out several other big-name, contending clubs.

(Chicago GMs everywhere should take notes.)

Say what you will about Williams, but he's always wheeling and dealing, always tinkering and gambling, always messing about, looking for a way to the promised land. This is the first requirement of any GM...find a way!

Of course, Williams' previous mid-seasons mad dashes for big names have produced, well, three consectuive second-place finishes. Yet again, however, Williams has given Sox fans a little (or alot of) hope heading into the second half of the season.

Sox fans have a reason to care, which is all they really want. Well, that and cheaper beer at the Cell.

For a team that has, honestly, relied on a four-man rotation all season, Garcia's arrival suddenly makes the Sox starting pitcher picture...crowded? Hmm? How did this happen?

Well, minor league kickabouts, Felix Diaz and Jon Rauch, both so god awful in their previous attempts to solidify the Sox' tortured fifth spot in the rotation, each pitched - surprise, surprise! - gems in the past week.

How many Cubs fans were saying "Who the #$%@ was that?" after Diaz's surprisingly masterful performance on Saturday afternoon? Heck, how many Sox fans were saying the same thing?

Suddenly, when Scott Schoeneweis returns from the DL, the Sox have six potential starters for five spots. This is a big improvement over the four-guys-for-five-spots dilemma they've been dealing with since Opening Day. Kudos to Ozzie Guillen for having the Sox within a game of first place with, essentially, one hand behind his back.

What a huge week awaits the Sox: three games apiece in the Metrodome and at Wrigley Field.

With the schedule nearly at the midway point, this would be a perfect time for the Sox to really get the good times rolling.

Hey, why not?


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