Monday, November 30, 2009

An Open Letter to President Obama from Michael Moore

An Open Letter to President Obama from Michael Moore

Monday, November 30th, 2009

Dear President Obama,

Do you really want to be the new "war president"? If you go to West Point tomorrow night (Tuesday, 8pm) and announce that you are increasing, rather than withdrawing, the troops in Afghanistan, you are the new war president. Pure and simple. And with that you will do the worst possible thing you could do -- destroy the hopes and dreams so many millions have placed in you. With just one speech tomorrow night you will turn a multitude of young people who were the backbone of your campaign into disillusioned cynics. You will teach them what they've always heard is true -- that all politicians are alike. I simply can't believe you're about to do what they say you are going to do. Please say it isn't so.

It is not your job to do what the generals tell you to do. We are a civilian-run government. WE tell the Joint Chiefs what to do, not the other way around. That's the way General Washington insisted it must be. That's what President Truman told General MacArthur when MacArthur wanted to invade China. "You're fired!," said Truman, and that was that. And you should have fired Gen. McChrystal when he went to the press to preempt you, telling the press what YOU had to do. Let me be blunt: We love our kids in the armed services, but we f*#&in' hate these generals, from Westmoreland in Vietnam to, yes, even Colin Powell for lying to the UN with his made-up drawings of WMD (he has since sought redemption).

So now you feel backed into a corner. 30 years ago this past Thursday (Thanksgiving) the Soviet generals had a cool idea -- "Let's invade Afghanistan!" Well, that turned out to be the final nail in the USSR coffin.

There's a reason they don't call Afghanistan the "Garden State" (though they probably should, seeing how the corrupt President Karzai, whom we back, has his brother in the heroin trade raising poppies). Afghanistan's nickname is the "Graveyard of Empires." If you don't believe it, give the British a call. I'd have you call Genghis Khan but I lost his number. I do have Gorbachev's number though. It's + 41 22 789 1662. I'm sure he could give you an earful about the historic blunder you're about to commit.

With our economic collapse still in full swing and our precious young men and women being sacrificed on the altar of arrogance and greed, the breakdown of this great civilization we call America will head, full throttle, into oblivion if you become the "war president." Empires never think the end is near, until the end is here. Empires think that more evil will force the heathens to toe the line -- and yet it never works. The heathens usually tear them to shreds.

Choose carefully, President Obama. You of all people know that it doesn't have to be this way. You still have a few hours to listen to your heart, and your own clear thinking. You know that nothing good can come from sending more troops halfway around the world to a place neither you nor they understand, to achieve an objective that neither you nor they understand, in a country that does not want us there. You can feel it in your bones.

I know you know that there are LESS than a hundred al-Qaeda left in Afghanistan! A hundred thousand troops trying to crush a hundred guys living in caves? Are you serious? Have you drunk Bush's Kool-Aid? I refuse to believe it.

Your potential decision to expand the war (while saying that you're doing it so you can "end the war") will do more to set your legacy in stone than any of the great things you've said and done in your first year. One more throwing a bone from you to the Republicans and the coalition of the hopeful and the hopeless may be gone -- and this nation will be back in the hands of the haters quicker than you can shout "tea bag!"

Choose carefully, Mr. President. Your corporate backers are going to abandon you as soon as it is clear you are a one-term president and that the nation will be safely back in the hands of the usual idiots who do their bidding. That could be Wednesday morning.

We the people still love you. We the people still have a sliver of hope. But we the people can't take it anymore. We can't take your caving in, over and over, when we elected you by a big, wide margin of millions to get in there and get the job done. What part of "landslide victory" don't you understand?

Don't be deceived into thinking that sending a few more troops into Afghanistan will make a difference, or earn you the respect of the haters. They will not stop until this country is torn asunder and every last dollar is extracted from the poor and soon-to-be poor. You could send a million troops over there and the crazy Right still wouldn't be happy. You would still be the victim of their incessant venom on hate radio and television because no matter what you do, you can't change the one thing about yourself that sends them over the edge.

The haters were not the ones who elected you, and they can't be won over by abandoning the rest of us.

President Obama, it's time to come home. Ask your neighbors in Chicago and the parents of the young men and women doing the fighting and dying if they want more billions and more troops sent to Afghanistan. Do you think they will say, "No, we don't need health care, we don't need jobs, we don't need homes. You go on ahead, Mr. President, and send our wealth and our sons and daughters overseas, 'cause we don't need them, either."

What would Martin Luther King, Jr. do? What would your grandmother do? Not send more poor people to kill other poor people who pose no threat to them, that's what they'd do. Not spend billions and trillions to wage war while American children are sleeping on the streets and standing in bread lines.

All of us that voted and prayed for you and cried the night of your victory have endured an Orwellian hell of eight years of crimes committed in our name: torture, rendition, suspension of the bill of rights, invading nations who had not attacked us, blowing up neighborhoods that Saddam "might" be in (but never was), slaughtering wedding parties in Afghanistan. We watched as hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians were slaughtered and tens of thousands of our brave young men and women were killed, maimed, or endured mental anguish -- the full terror of which we scarcely know.

When we elected you we didn't expect miracles. We didn't even expect much change. But we expected some. We thought you would stop the madness. Stop the killing. Stop the insane idea that men with guns can reorganize a nation that doesn't even function as a nation and never, ever has.

Stop, stop, stop! For the sake of the lives of young Americans and Afghan civilians, stop. For the sake of your presidency, hope, and the future of our nation, stop. For God's sake, stop.

Tonight we still have hope.

Tomorrow, we shall see. The ball is in your court. You DON'T have to do this. You can be a profile in courage. You can be your mother's son.

We're counting on you.

Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
MichaelMoore.com

P.S. There's still time to have your voice heard. Call the White House at 202-456-1111 or email the President.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Eso del thanksgiving y el viernes negro no es otra cosa mas que el pretexto para la compradera compulsiva.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Pedacitos de felicidad

Mamá 1: El promedio del grupo fue 9.5
Mamá 2: Mi hija sacó 9.8 y las de ustedes?
Mamá 3: Mi hija sacó 9.7
Mamá 1: Mi hija 9.8 también.

... Momento de silencio...

Mamá 3: ¿Y tu hija, Kix?
Kix: Mi hija sacó DIEZ.

Y entonces me sentí pavorreala.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Brüno

Mis queridos, les platico que fui al cine este fin de semana, a ver la peli Brüno. Me costó mucho trabajo encontrar una función, porque como no es éxito taquillero, los cines disminuyen las funciones y uno tiene que estar cazándolas.

Tal vez ustedes vieron la movie Borat, con Sacha Baron Cohen, en donde es un reportero de la República de Kazakhastan que viaja a USA con la finalidad de conocer a Pamerla Anderson.

En esta ocasión se trata de Brüno, un gay austriaco que es presentador del más exitoso programa del mundo de la moda de habla germana, a excepción de Alemania, y sueña con ser famoso en USA. De tal manera que viaja a USA e intenta por todos los medios volverse famoso. Todo lleno de una serie de situaciones que provocan hilaridad, especialmente porque como característica de estas movies, entrevistan a personas en la vida real, no actores. De tal manera que bien puede estar entrevistando Brüno a un respetadísimo Congress man de USA, o a una modelo "bimbo girl", o estar con unos cazadores completamente anti-gay... Jajaja... neta me acuerdo y muero de risa.

Vayan, vayan, antes que la quiten por completo de las carteleras.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dilema

Ay, qué hacer, qué hacer... mi queridísima Andy tiene muy definida su postura al respecto de la esterilización canina, y expone sus razones las cuales son super entendibles... Sin embargo, al pensar en mi Tasha no puedo evitar un sentimiento de remordimiento, si es que decido operarla para que no tenga perritos.

Por un lado, además de los argumentos que expone Andy, por ejemplo la sobrepoblación canina, para mí el tener mi casa llena de perritos es algo que simplemente me destroza el esquema de vida. Si con una ya tengo suficiente desmadre...

Además, el imaginar que los perritos irán a caer en manos de alguien que no es amante de los perros, que terminará remitido a un cuartito de 1 m2 o en la azotea olvidado de la familia, es más, sin considerarlo parte de la misma.

Pero por otro lado, me siento como omnipotente al decidir sobre ella y negarle de plano el derecho de ser mamá. Como diría Homero Simpson "me siento como Dios debe sentirse cuando tiene una pistola".

Ahorita ya está por terminar su ciclo, o sea que tengo varios meses por delante para decidir qué hacer, y ya necesito tomar la decisión, pues ya lo he estado posponiendo durante los últimos años. Ya, necesito tomar el toro por los cuernos.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Marchas SME

Esto es una locura. La ciudad está desquiciada. Cerradas carreteras, avenidas principales y vías secundarias también. Y no solo eso, sino que lo peor nos espera como aquello de las 2 de la tarde. Estaciones del metro, circuito interior, zócalo, Reforma.

Qué locura, qué inconsciencia, qué poca madre del Mafioso ése.

Y qué tristeza que el Stunam se preste al numerito.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Muero por leerlo...

Muero por leerlo...

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Glee

Soy fan de una nueva serie llamada Glee. Todos los capítulos los he devorado por Internet, y hoy se estrena en México en Fox.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Mis queridos, definitivamente LA GENTE NO CAMBIA.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Ahora sí aplica esta playerita que me enviaron agunos de ustedes:
Y ahora a apurarme porque, para acabarla, yo sí trabajo hoy :-(

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