Back in my younger days, such a title would imply loads of drink, some dodgy club with loose women swimming in disease, whom to which I would get nowhere with, all capped off with waking up to the biggest hangover known to man. But not these days. Rather, after a long week at work, Dawn and I went out for the evening. We saw two memorable things to note.
First, the 2007 George W. Bush two years and counting calendar:
Yes, the perfect gift for the Bush hater in your life. How can you recognize a Bush hater? They are either that one third of America who actually regards themselves, openly or otherwise, as a liberal, or they are the rest of the world outside the United States. Why do we hate Bush so much? Because of his unwitting honesty. He says what he means, but doesn’t really mean to say it that way. Consider my favourite Bushism of all time:
If this were a dictatorship, it’d be a heck of a lot easier… just so long as I’m the dictator.
This coming from the mouth of the leader of the “free” world.
All this is ironic, seeing this at Chapters, waiting to see World Trade Center. For director Oliver Stone, a highly apolitical approach one of the most recent days that brought the globe to a standstill is a definite deviation from his usual conspiracy laden style. The film stunned me and reconnected me with the same horror and awe I felt on the fateful day. What inspires me most about the film is that it leaves the politics and the imagery alone, and focuses on the true tragedy of the fateful day, and the courage America had rebounding from the event. Something, in all the heated debate surrounding the resulting state of affairs, that seems to be lost.
That is all.
