Jeff Wells - October 02, 2008

“Judgement day,” he said, in a mocking voice. “Ain’t no judgement day, old man. Cept this. Maybe this here judgement day for you.” - Flannery O’Connor, “Judgement Day”

I wish I could blame all my bad blogging upon writer’s block, but it’s not just the words that have been lacking; it’s been any sensible thought to penetrate America’s strange dreamtime. And unlike Sarah Palin, I’d rather say nothing when that’s all that I know. And that’s just sad, because as novel as these events seem, they are still all recurring dreams, though we greet them like goldfish seeing the world anew every time we circle the bowl.

Perhaps the truest and most essential thing Michael Moore ever said, he said at the Oscars. We like nonfiction, and we live in fictitious times. But I dunno; maybe he’s spent too much time since that night playing a character in a false narrative, because on the eve of Congress’s campy read through of an early draft proposal for a trillion dollar grift - a fictitious fix to a fictitious crisis of fictitious money - Moore advised Americans to “call or e-mail Senator Obama” and “call your Representative in Congress.” So that’s how it works. How about rather, as soon as you discover you’ve already seen the movie, walk out of the theatre and demand your money back?

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