I'd Want To Call It Political, Too
We went to see Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 today. The FEC insisting that the work is a political advertisement that, in turn, would fit the definition of McCain-Feingold campaign-finance law, makes the FEC a big pile of steaming Republicans—or cunning Democrats.
Given the target-rich environment for poking fun, I was surprised how on-target (September 11) and on-message he actually stayed. So much so that I completely disagree with the FEC. In fact, I'd go so far as to ponder the possibility that the FEC is suborned, ironically, by misapplication of a law that was supposed to make campaign finance (and so the FEC as well) less corrupt. God bless the stupid fucking GOP asswipes.
Yes, they really do deserve to be called that.
I find Republicans—and any of those who favor the current administration—absolutely unsupportable. Moore hasn't so much fired me up as refocused me on the salient points.
Bush doesn't respect the Office of the President because he didn't earn the Office.
Bush has failed in every endeavor he's ever tried, including his current gig.
Conservatives in this country hate to be wrong; it's something I've noticed that's germane to many organizations who value uniformity over diversity. To be wrong is egregious and unbearable. To be wrong is to be less of a person.
Democrats aren't saints, but I sleep better knowing that if someone's going to fuck up, they err on the side of caution towards human rights and humane efforts.
W is about the Bushies. And about himself. And that's something not worth the effort, to me.
On the other hand, maybe the FEC ruling is the better than anything any amount of advertising money could ever buy.