As continued from yesterday, Farenheit 9/11 is an eye opener. Moore manages to capture the rawness of it all, displaying the surface and the between the lines innuendos. This doc stirs up anger and disbelief in any normal being, but more often than not, they are sadly temporal. Lily Lipscomb, who lost her son to Iraq was one interviewee. However, what hit me most was her grief. It filled her up so much that there was no where to hide it on her face. Her face might as well have been grief itself. Filled to the brim with it, it seemed to transcend all logic and surpass the pixels of television, the barrier of the screen and flow right to me. And so I felt her burden. Heavy and hungry for justice, there was no one to blame except the government she lived for. So gripped was she by sadness that the thought of whom she'd lost doubled her over, causing a slit right from her heart through to her abdomen and the effects spilling over to about everywhere and everyone else. Her eyes so filled with hatred as she tried coming to terms with his death, finding a good cause for him dying, but finding none. The country was so filled with people who've lost their children, their spouses, their friends and the person who started it all was having a..tea party? All he could say was, "I wouldn't understand."?

I do realise that this point of view was created by one man, and this documentary would be a manifesation of his thinking. This might be a one sided and biased showcase of George Bush for I'm sure he has done much for America in order to be re-elected as President over and over. But when the people who were supposed to be on your side turn around and question your reasons, isn't there a problem underlying you? Should you not rethink your actions and words? Instead, you resign and leave your mess for someone else to clear. And that person in the form of Barack Obama. Like a child leaving his toys lying about in the playroom and running off, the parental figure will come in to reprimand the child on his irresponsible behaviour. Unless the child is actually the parent. Mr. President.

Oh what the hell.