Bowling For Columbine: A Perfect 300

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Michael Moore is the man.

Well, not “The Man” (that would be the racist, greedy, loathsome persona he’s tirelessly chasing down), but he is one righteous cat. Damn, it’s refreshing to hear a man speak from his heart—not from the corner of his mouth—while backing it up with facts. If you hadn’t guessed by the title of this entry, I saw ‘Bowling for Columbine’ last night. I’m (almost) at a loss for words, but I’m now provoked and really upset.

Top 10 things that struck me after watching “Bowling…”

10) Work for Welfare is a joke
9) Right wing Christians (or anything else right wing) live a scared life
8) Dick Clark has as much compassion as real skin left on his face
7) If James Nichols had Osama bin Laden’s bankroll… he’d be more dangerous
6) You probably won’t get shot in Canada
5) Marilyn Manson is more intelligent than most of our leaders
4) You can get a rifle when opening a bank account in the US… really
3) I’d probably consume raw sewage before ever working for Lockheed Martin
2) This country was built on fear, violence and oppression. Sounds like a modern day TVlineup, eh?
1) Charlton Heston needs to be put out of his misery… with a rifle

I understood most of these points before going to the movie (except for the part about Dick Clark…what a… dick), but the presentation was worth it’s weight in gold.

I don’t consider myself to be left or right on the political spectrum, unlike the masses that will debate the credibility of this film for the near future—I attempt to formulate my opinions based on the situation, issue and facts at hand. To a righty, that’s the definition of a lefty, and to a lefty, it’s a non-committed vote. To me, it’s the only way to remain sane in this twisted society we live in.

Michael Moore has the courage of a warrior and the conviction to follow up. Thank God. Hopefully, my brother’s documentary gets picked up and he can follow in Moore’s enormous footsteps.

Righteous cats.

the zone

jogger

one step down
the next is quick to follow
soon comes a pace
my shins feel brittle and hollow
as i turn the corner
wading in deeper and deeper
i can feel my heartbeat sharply rise
and get closer to the reaper
or was that him i left in the dust
as i passed that parked el durado?
yo no se mi amigo
no era probablemente nada
as my spanglish slips into overdrive
while the corner homies sip on their tequila
my thoughts begin to jump around
from my work to mi familia
my passion is found in both
as they push against one another
never meeting at the cusp
my keyboard or my brother
but spinning round and round
like the bikers wheels who just cut me off
give us time and give us a chance
and we could make a doctor’s nads go *cough*
breathing hard
i start to glide
over broken glass
out of overdrive
into neutral
i find my flow
keeping a rythym
only one way to know
if i’ll be able to keep up
this crazy notion
of a long term commitment
of my legs in motion
i’ve got years to go
in this pace against time
so down comes my left foot again
ending this zoned-out rhyme