Michael Moore is an evangelical retard. He does make more of a difference in one TV show than most people do in their entire lives. Moore, however, is a cliché.
A cliché for a new generation. I respect his work in TV and film, he does well. I respect his documentary making. He does well. His writing, however, is a different story. When a writer writes a book, especially an autobiography, in particular one of a crazy journey that requires attention; he or she will often try to deviate from repetition, after all, talking about yourself for 200+ pages is less interesting than your opinion of other people.
Imagine, just for a moment, that Michael Moore was an unknown. Imagine we had never heard of him, and that he was in fact some insane fat, bloated American. Unshaven, unclean from what can be determined, doing the right thing, but he does it in the most public manner.
He could never be a legend, not because he is an overweight loud mouthed American, but because the audience he aims at have the memories of a goldfish. Michael Moore on one channel and straight after some TV series about the FBI chasing ghosts, or a ludicrously amazing forensic team solving murders after a crime has been committed. Switch back later to some pornography, watch the news about people dying, look in awe at the cute kittens being crushed by a bike, tagline: “Buy a bike that kills!” People forget, people don’t care.
Old ideas are acceptable as long as they explored further, as long as something comes out of that is new. I like to learn, my brain is a sponge for knowledge for something interesting
Legends, myths, stories, history is recorded and manipulated in text, in writing. Indeed, it could be argued, and is probably likely, that history recorded in the context of writing has been altered to suit the time, to fit the needs and purpose of those who require it. It is, however, remembered.
Michael Moore, like me, is a failure at writing. From one failure to another, I can safely say, his writing is about as interesting as having to take a shit every morning – wondering how long you’ll take today. Will you have enough time to shit, have your breakfast and get to the train on time? Will you have enough time to shit, watch that episode of Smallville (or whatever the hell is the trend these days) and then get to school? You get the idea.
What do you want from a book? What I want is something new, something that ventures into new territory, new ideas, and new thoughts. Old ideas are acceptable as long as they explored further, as long as something comes out of that is new. I like to learn, my brain is a sponge for knowledge for something interesting. What you don’t want is to be patronised. What you DON’T want is to read a book, almost 300 pages in length regurgitating itself like some trepid vagabond on the verge of organ collapse. You DON’T want someone puking on your shoes, telling you they’ll be puking in a little while again, and they hope you don’t mind, but they need to tell you this after they puke.
To recover from the depression of reading a crap book, I had to constantly read other titles, watch movies and drink a lot
Michael Moore’s STUPID WHITE MEN is a miracle in writing. Sweet mother of Jesus! Who the fuck would have thought? White men are stupid? Fuck me!!!! Call the newspapers! Bush is a moron? Holy fucking cow! I was wondering why he named the second golf war “Gulf War 2: This One’s For Daddy”. Stone the crows, I think Michael is on to something!
Well no, he isn’t. Just as we have seen the Pakistani stereotype as the shop keep on your corner street (a stereotype backed by a hilarious factual reality of the stereotype); as we have seen that all black people are thieving bastards that just take drugs and rape white people; just as in this book, we have seen the stereotype that white people are to blame for everything.
Well, perhaps the latter is true – SO STOP STUFFING YOUR FACE AT MCDONALDS YOU FAT FUCK! DO McD’s SPONSOR YOUR FAT ARSE AS PROMOTER? Christ all mighty, he’s one the worst representations of an American, perhaps even humanity. His heart is in the right place but, blow me, his writing is worse than that of mine – and that is saying a lot. Of course this is a review, and this is personal opinion. Semantics.
Stupid White Men is one of the most dreary, most dull books I have read. I am fascinated by the truth, but we all know how fucked the current US Government is (let’s have another discussion about Britain at a later point). We all know the oil connections – anyone who denies this is either stupid, or a stupid patriot. Patriotism is fine, as long as it’s for the truth and not rose tinted glasses.
When your Government fucks up, when it does the wrong things, you don’t pat it on the ass for a good job; you tell them to sort themselves the fuck out. Iraq’s sorted, or worse depending on your view. Saddam wasn’t going anywhere, we know this. The war on Colonel Sanders could have waited – instead Al Qaeda was given a head start of about a year to regroup and disappear.
Great plan Bush! Can’t wait to see your plans for tackling North Korea’s defiance over nuclear reactors – perhaps you can chase them while Al & The Taliban bomb and influence all the other mad bastards of this world. Strategy obviously wasn’t your strong point.
Minute details are what this book is about. It’s dull; it’s a really badly written book. It’s an evangelical blabber about nothing we don’t know, nothing we haven’t heard before
This is the entirety of your book. I agree with everything Michael says, I know a lot, but not as much as Michael but I didn’t feel the need to write a fucking book about it. 1) No one would buy it (or would they) 2) I can’t write to save the life of a dead person.
Michael drones on about the connections, about how everything is linked. Well, Jesus, TELL US SOMETHING WE DON’T KNOW! The books is fascinating if you want to know what Ms Rice sticks up the crack of her anus every morning, or how Bush’s wife licks the head of the bodyguard’s penis every afternoon while Bush plays basketball with his brain. Minute details are what this book is about. It’s dull; it’s a really badly written book. It’s an evangelical blabber about nothing we don’t know, nothing we haven’t heard before. Indeed, the reviews for this book have been exemplary, the sales have been great, and yet, I don’t get it.
Do I have to be a stupid white man to appreciate the irony? Is it because I am not white that this book doesn’t interest me? Christ I don’t know, but it was one of the stupidest decisions I made in buying the book. The hilarity of it is I haven’t actually given the book a chance. As I got to the end of every page, I was close to falling asleep.
For insomniacs, like myself, this book is a bible – it will knock you the fuck out in 150 words or less. I only got to page 30 before I gave up and stuck it in the drawer at the bottom of the pile. To recover from the depression of reading a crap book, I had to constantly read other titles, watch movies and drink a lot. It was like removing the bad taste of some girl you really didn’t want to screw, but did because everyone recommended her. The hype was unjustified, and all you got were crabs.
I respect Moore for his work in film, but not this. Based on the titles of his other books, it’s quite depressing to see they follow a running theme. In a drunken state, I discussed with the department director what a load of crap this book was. She agreed with me, even while I was drunk. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, or whether she noticed I was drunk – Christ I hope not!
In any case, I couldn’t honestly recommend this book. If you have an interest in politics, this book will serve you well in understanding how the uniqueness of American corruption works, the systems, the pipelines, the propaganda machine and such. You also have to read Michael Moore’s biblical chatter about things being wrong, how it all happened, about the trouble he had in getting the book published ad nauseum.
Verdict: Boring, self-righteous, intricate but ultimately dull. Stick to film & tv Michael.