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I just finished watching Fahrenheit 9/11. If there are two sides to a story, then this is the side I am sticking with.

I am so mad right now that this post is going to undergo no spell-check! Body temperatures are definitely far from 9 or 11.

How did Bush get re-elected? How? And more importantly, why?

I am trying my best to abstain from using profanity, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to abide by that.

It’s been a long time since a movie made me cry. Bawl, in fact. I just couldn’t control myself. The tears just kept on rolling down. I write this post as the tears are still drying up on my cheek. I am seething with anger too, but I can’t help cry for all those people who lost their lives over some goddamn oil. And I’m outraged because the fucking asshole who is responsible for these tears and for much more heartfelt, painful tears of thousands of people has been rewarded for the deed by the post for Presidency. Isn’t it amazing what the greatest country in the world is capable of accomplishing? This sure is a miracle, in my opinion.

Usually I could care less about the extra features on the DVD. But I am glad that I made sure I saw every feature on this one. There is a particular feature which showed a few Arab-American comedians who were trying to make the best of the “attack” they were under since 9/11. One comedian in particular named ‘Ahmed Ahmed’ joked “It’s a bad time to be named just Ahmed. So I’m really fucked!” It was probably the only time in the 2 hours that I honestly smiled. Oh, and also when they showed those really cute Iraqi kids. My heart just went out to them.

Michael Moore sure has the guts to come out with a movie like this. I call it a movie because it is obvious that majority of the Americans believe it is unreal. Because there is no way you could believe in this movie and revote this creature as your President. Maybe Moore should have appended to his title – “Based on a true story”. Maybe then the public might have taken him a little more seriously. Or maybe if Britney Spears had been a fan of the movie.

It probably shouldn’t concern me all that much because America is not my country and neither is Iraq. But I am positive that those who believed Bush was worthy to be elected President again didn’t have any family member killed in that war.

The footage of the soldiers abusing the “prisoners” was disgusting to the point where I can’t even find proper words to express myself. I realized that humans are indeed cruel beasts. We will point at a gay couple and laugh at them, but we will also find immense pleasure in fondling the penis of a prisoner. Fucking sickening. But who can blame them? That’s how most immature 18 year olds will act. No wonder they won’t question the validity of what they’re doing. “Yo dude. Isn’t it cool? We have guns! It’s just like playing Counter Strike but for real.”

This film is probably hardly 1/10th of the truth. The rest of it has probably never been filmed yet. Or even if it has, we’re going to need it to find its way to Moore because obviously no one else has the balls to stand up to the President of the United States of America. Except Osama Bin Laden, of course.

Those Americans who didn’t bother to watch this movie just prove the fact that they are content living in ignorance. If you’re a Bush supporter, then all the more reason to watch this movie and try to contend anything that’s been documented in it. Or attempt to put up a fight. Or just pretend to care even.

Even a movie based on Indian Independence hasn’t gotten me so riled up. But while I’m at that subject, fuck you British too!

Land of the free! What a load of crap. For people who brag about having a lot of freedom, they sure are making a lot of compromises. Give it a few more years, and the concept of hand luggage will be long gone. And make sure when you’re in the gym that you never mention the words “Al Qaeda” or “Bin Laden” and then say anything anti-Bush after that. Oh, I’m sorry. That’s a thing of the past, isn’t it? Now the magic words are … Oh God help me… I’m trying… not… to… say… it… butttttt……….

NORTH KOREA!

Oh fuck. Now I’m never going to be able to take an afternoon nap peacefully. Who knows? One of you will rat me out and I’m going to have the FBI knocking on my door interrupting one of my afternoon siestas, and interrogate me regarding this post on my blog.

And mind you, this is a highly censored version of what I originally had to say. It’s a human weakness. I still want my friends to love me. Maybe Moore does too. Imagine how much more there may be that we have not seen? Think about it!