Dream This Morning

It’s an episode of “Night Gallery” called “A Zero For Us.” And it stars Bette Davis an an actress who is making her final film before retiring. She’s weary but polite; she wants to end her career on a high note. She’s on location with the film shoot in the Everglades, but the producers have just told her that she needs to relocate in order to shoot some additional scenes elsewhere. So I (a production assistant) get on a bus with Miss Davis; she doesn’t have the proper fare so I pay for her and steer us to some empty seats in the back. The bus is headed to Cincinnati.

Later on we get there and are put up in some sort of a small hotel that’s more like a college dorm. We forget all about the fact that the reason why we’re here is to work on a film. Instead we’re recruited to take part in some kind of Kinsey-like sex survey, and we spend some time in a doctor’s office waiting room. Waiting to be interviewed. When I am finally interviewed, alone, I begin to wonder to myself if this is where the Rod Serling plot twist will appear. Maybe this is part of a screening process so that they can confirm that we have the correct genes for cloning. I theorize about what the title “A Zero For Us” signifies.

Then we cut back to the hallway in the hotel, where I am standing with Miss Davis. A girl who looks like another production assistant comes out and talks to us, confirms it is indeed Bette Davis whom I have brought with me to the hotel. Then the PA smiles and sticks out her arm as an introduction; a sliding accordion partition opens up and out steps Debbie Reynolds, who smiles broadly. I can’t tell what Miss Davis’ reaction is, but I suddenly realize that this is the plot twist.

Then we cut to a title overlay which says that this is additional footage shot in 2000 by Frank Perry. It’s a big bedroom with three or four twin beds side by side. On the floor a group of young guys forms into two parallel columns and everyone starts jacking off. One by one they all cum and shoot fantastically far. I pull down my boxers and join in and keep replaying the scene on the DVD until Miss Davis comes into the room. I tell her that the episode didn’t come out very well.

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pretty disturbing, yet hypnotic

http://www.izpitera.ru/lj/tetka.swf

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A maddening day after a night of partial insomnia; I kept replaying the footage of New Orleans in my head all night. In a way I think it’s more terrible even than 9/11. That came without warning. This came with plenty of warning, maybe a century or two of warning. And, for various reasons which have already been discussed and dissected, we still didn’t respond correctly. And STILL AREN’T responding correctly.

I hope Bush’s approval ratings and “political capital” sink to rock-bottom lows, rendering him as lame as he already is metaphorically, and that he remains that way through the election of 2008, and I hope he drags the rest of his party down with him. We will soon have the chance to rebuild New Orleans. Maybe we’ll have that chance in DC as well.

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Vacation Is Over (an open letter)

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush:

Any idea where all our helicopters are? It’s Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.

Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren’t there to begin with?

Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn’t want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don’t like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!

I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don’t let people criticize you for this — after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

And don’t listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers’ budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn’t cut the money to fix those levees, there weren’t going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them — BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn’t stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.

There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.

No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It’s not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C’mon, they’re black! I mean, it’s not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don’t make me laugh! Race has nothing — NOTHING — to do with this!

You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.

Yours,

Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
http://www.MichaelMoore.com

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The McCormick Tribune Foundation has launched a Hurricane Katrina Relief Campaign and will match the first $1 million contributed to the campaign at 50 cents on the dollar; go to the Chicago Tribune website for more info.

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Note to self: do not live in a city which is below sea level AND right next door to a gigantic lake, even if it is the birthplace of jazz.

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The Cell Phone Revolution has not encouraged people to be flexible, it has encouraged them to be flaky.

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The Illinois Arts Council FY05 Artists Fellowship application is now completed, assembled, collated and packaged. Sometime late December, I will receive notification of being awarded $7000, $700, or $0.

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I don’t care what the reviews are saying, I still want to see “The Brothers Grimm.”

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bjorklovesme was able to give a copy of my book to Rufus Wainwright, who said it “confounds, yet intrigues” him thoroughly!

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