Liking Michael Moore

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I
enjoyed Al Franken’s Lies
and the Lying Liars That Tell Them
. It encouraged me to
think that perhaps a new breed of Democrats and leftists was developing
who disliked the Bush regime based on the fact they’re anti-freedom,
not just the fact they’re Republicans. I was, therefore, anxious
to get into Michael Moore’s Dude,
Where’s My Country?

Not
knowing much about Moore except that he is rabidly anti-gun (as
evidenced in his movie “Bowling
for Columbine
“) I approached the book gingerly. I, of course,
think that the main problem with the Second Amendment is that it
doesn’t go nearly far enough. If you’re going to have any laws at
all regarding guns (which you shouldn’t) they ought to require everyone
have one.

Notwithstanding
Moore’s nutty views on guns, the book started out strongly, with
Moore phrasing Seven Questions he wants to ask Bush. They’re questions
worthy of answers because they address the Bush family’s questionable
relationships with the Saudi royals, the Taliban, the bin Laden
family and others. Few Americans question these things post-9-11
for fear of being deemed unpatriotic, not to mention a potential
enemy combatant.

Chapter
2 is even better. Moore accuses Bush of being a chronic and pathological
liar, and cites 10 of my favorite Bush Whoppers to make the case,
including lies about Iraq having nuclear weapons and biochemical
weapons, Iraq having ties with Osama and al-Qaida, and the conveniently
forgotten fact that Saddam was recently a U.S. ally. Moore literally
cites hundreds of references proving that — at least when Bush is
talking about the War on Terror, or the War on Iraq, or the vote
count in Florida, and lots of other things — that the best way to
tell whether he is lying is to see if his lips are moving.

Chapter
4 — titled “The United States of Boo!” — is my favorite, though.
In the current environment of anti-terror hysteria, mostly generated
by the Homeland Security Department, few are willing to say it’s
99.9 percent a ridiculous charade. Despite the deaths of 9-11, and
the hysteria encouraged by terror alerts vacillating pointlessly
from mauve to chartreuse to magenta to whatever, the chances of
any American being hurt in a terrorist incident are simply too small
to calculate. Your chances are probably better of being hit by a
meteorite.

Although
Bush didn’t directly cause the 9-11 disaster the way Hitler caused
the Reichstag fire, he’s using it in exactly the same way — to get
Boobus americanus all worked up, supportive of any law the government
passes, and any actions they take. Moore understands that there
actually wouldn’t be any terrorist threat if the U.S. government
didn’t have troops in over 100 countries around the world, and reflexively
align itself with a Jewish theocracy in what amounts to a religious
war against Muslims.

We’re
likely to be engaged in The Forever War until the U.S. government
is too bankrupt to go on. And with technology being what it is,
it’s just a matter of time before a nuclear weapon is lit off in
one or more American cities by some angry people with real or imagined
grievances. Notwithstanding that point, Moore shows how the basically
non-existent terror threat is turning the U.S. into a paranoid police
state.

It’s
surprising, and gratifying, to see something that makes a strong
anti-war, pro personal-freedom case sit atop the best-seller list.
And not just in the U.S. — I bought my copy last week in London.
So I really liked the first half of the book. Then Mike has a psychotic
break of sorts in the second half, starting with a chapter called
“Horatio Alger Must Die,” where he debunks, as myth, the notion
anybody in America can get rich.

Of
course, he’s right when he says the average guy is buried in debt,
and will never dig out, etc., etc. Hell, it’s worse than that. Once
the economy descends into The Greater Depression, I fully expect
the normally complacent booboisie to do pretty much what Mike advocates:
Demand a socialist revolution (by whatever name) in the United States.

The
second half of the book is a rant, where Moore advocates we eat
the rich and use their assets to provide bread and circuses for
the decent folks on welfare being held in bondage by anybody with
a positive net worth.

Although
Mike would prefer to see a Green elected president this year, he
realizes that’s just a pipe dream. So he suggests Oprah as a candidate
that could beat Bush. He’s probably right — name recognition and
a winning smile is all you really need. I just didn’t realize she
was a socialist.

The
first half of the book is very worthwhile, and will reaffirm your
faith in the fact America is going to hell in a handbasket under
the Republicans. The second half will reaffirm your faith in the
fact America will go to hell in an even larger-sized container,
maybe a stolen shopping cart, should the Democrats get in.

The
investment implications of what Moore says? Pretty much what I’ve
been saying here, and in my newsletter for several years. The national
debt will continue to grow, and investments in areas such as gold
and silver shares –canaries in the coal mine for what’s coming —
will continue to be very profitable whether we have a Republican
police state under Bush, or a Democratic socialist people’s republic
under Kerry, Dean, Sharpton, Oprah or whomever.

February
9, 2004

Doug
Casey (send him mail) is
the author of the best-selling Crisis
Investing

and The
International Man
,
and editor of the newsletter International
Speculator
.


        
        

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