Anti-right rants from an obnoxious lumpen proletarian. Aiming to Arm the Choir.
June 30, 2004
Like Moore's Worse Than Hitchens
Adam, at A Violently Executed Blog, links to a piece that tells the real truth about the media. I know something about it because I was a janitor at a newspaper. Oh, sure, a lowly job, but I roamed all over the building and regularly talked to reporters. This shit ain't no lie. And it confirms what I originally said, that Christopher Hitchens is full of shit when it comes to Michael Moore.
But let's not leave people confused out there. The idea that anyone in today's media is either courageous or cowardly on the basis of what they write or broadcast is ridiculous.
One friend I know describes working in the media as shoveling coal for Satan.
I'm off on this tangent because I'm enraged by the numerous attempts at verbose, pseudoliterary, "nuanced" criticism of Moore this week by the learned priests of our business. (And no, I'm not overlooking this newspaper.) Michael Moore may be an ass, and impossible to like as a public figure, and a little loose with the facts, and greedy, and a shameless panderer. But he wouldn't be necessary if even one percent of the rest of us had any balls at all.
Hitchens in his piece accuses Moore of errors by omission: How come he isn't writing about the CNN producers who every day show us gung-ho Army desert rats instead of legless malcontents in the early stages of a lifelong morphine addiction?
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I started doing odd jobs at a motel when I was 14. I lasted one day at a McDonald's, quit, lasted a lot longer at Taco Bell. I've been a gas station attendant, janitor, die cast production worker, day laborer, course maintenance at a miniature golf course, warehouse, union janitor, cabbie, statistical clerk, pool cleaner, working homeless for a few weeks (day labor), and several other things I can't remember. And I've survived. Sort of. I'm not a Marxist, but I am a genuine member of the lumpen proletariat.
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