Can't Get Moore Opposite
L. Hirsen, J.D., Ph.D.
The amply proportioned producer is in the process of editing his latest fable called "Fahrenheit 9/11: The Temperature When Freedom Burns." Moore plans to debut the film, his first flick since the Oscar-winning fabrication "Bowling for Columbine," at the Cannes Film Festival.
The "Stupid White Men" author is already generating lefty buzz by flapping his own jaws. He recently told the New York Daily News that he objects to President Bush's use of the word "contractors" in referring to captured Americans in Iraq.
"They are not there to fix a roof or to pour concrete in a driveway," he said. "They are mercenaries and soldiers of fortune. They are there for the money," Moore explained.
In Moore's Marxist mind, a worker's paradise would have a roofer laying asphalt or a laborer pouring concrete for a Havana high-five. Makes you wonder how the contractors' wages stack up against Moore's royalties.
On the opposite side of the Atlantic, the story of a fellow named Fabrizio Quattrocchi was unfolding. Those who hear the tale of the young Italian man are unlikely to ever forget his valor.
Fabrizio was a baker by trade. A few months back he took a job as a security guard in Iraq. He was looking to earn some extra money so that he could go back home, marry his fiancée and maybe even buy a little place of his own. Moore would describe him as a mercenary.
Tragically, while working in Iraq, Fabrizio was kidnapped, held hostage and ultimately executed. His murderers videotaped the monstrous killing.
But things didn't unfold quite the way the fiends had planned. As the would-be intimidators held a gun to Fabrizio's head, he struggled to remove the hood, which shrouded his face, and uttered these words: "Now I'll show you how an Italian dies."
Thanks to Fabrizio, not only do we know how a gallant Italian dies, we know how our civilization can live.