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  • Writer's pictureLeah Jones

Farenheit 9/11

I just got home from Farenheit 9/11. Ronnie and I went to the Monday Matinee. Last night we debated, what kind of losers go to a matinee on a Monday? Lots. Lots and lots. We even ran into friends, so not only are we losers, but so are our friends.

Sitting at home, I feel a little shell shocked. Maybe I should just go take a nap or something. I’m not sure I can put together all of the information or write a skilled review. The movie made me laugh, cheer, cry, and cross my legs tightly. Why? I went to Jamba Juice right before the movie, but it was too riveting to try and get to the bathroom. What would I miss and who would I step on to get there and back. Not worth it.

There wasn’t too much new information, but seeing all of the images linked together… It makes you realize how censored the news really is. We don’t see REAL blood on T.V. here, we don’t see Iraqi children or wailing grandmothers. We don’t see two marines standing by a palm tree, an explosion, and only one walk away.

The web between the Bush family and the Bin Laden and the Saudis. The Corporate webs and connections. Al Gore shooting down all those representatives.

It just makes you angry. On the way out, the usher reminded everyone to please vote. I’m not sure his corporate boss would appreciate that, but I did.

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