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I've discussed Michael Moore with my mom exactly twice. The first time was several months ago, after I watched Bowling for Columbine. "Oh, he's a jerk," she said, as soon as I mentioned his name. It must have been around Oscar time. I asked why he's a jerk and got the usual vague, baseless answer. It was a brief conversation and certainly not one in which I gave her any reason to believe Michael Moore is my guru. I did say I agreed with his comments at the Oscars.
The second time - which was the night before last - she brought up Michael Moore. We were having this wide-ranging argument that began with her seeing John Kerry on TV and saying she hoped he didn't win because he's just so awful. I don't remember how we got around to Michael Moore, except that she suggested him as the source of some fact I threw out that she didn't want to accept. The implication was that I believe everything he says. She assumes I've been hypnotized by him or something. Later, she said my mind had been poisoned. It's just so offensive, as if I'm not capable of thinking for myself. I just suck up every lie I read on the internet and do Michael Moore's bidding ... when I'm not doing Al Franken's bidding, that is.
So, anyway, I printed out the stupid website and put it in the mail. I can't decide if she felt bad about the argument - or "our discourse," as she called it - and just needed an excuse to call, or it was her way of proving (because I don't have access to this kind of information) that good things really are happening in Iraq and we really are freeing the Iraqi people and what have you.
Either way, it was incredibly thoughtless. All it really proves is she doesn't have a clue or a whit of respect for what I think.
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