Last night we went to see Fahrenheit 9/11, and at the end it says, "Do something." Now, all those shots of maimed children and our low-functioning president do make one want to follow someone or other off a figurative cliff in the name of being anti-maimed children, and so we walked out into the West Newton night ready to "do." We decided to gather up our leftover Euros and go spend them someplace else. Even if the US did take Euros, we'd take our business elsewhere.

Sometimes in the car I listen to awful, awful right-wing radio. It's kind of entertaining. It's meant to be entertaining. When Air American comes to Boston, I'll listen to that, but I've listened to Air America, and it isn't as entertaining as being appalled. Michael Moore has mastered the art of appalling you while having you agree with him, although I could only imagine the skyrocketing blood pressure the movie would induce among a few of my more poorly informed friends (How poorly informed? Well, people, they don't even read this.)

The thought I left with, since everyone is offering their Michael Moore opinions currently, is that you would have to be a complete dupe to have been in the military and still vote for George Bush. The allegations in the movie that W tried to cut active duty pay, cut aid to military families, and cut veterans benefits while the fighting was going on is not news broken by Michael Moore, and it isn't as nuanced a problem as the Bush family's dealings with the Saudis over the decades - if you want to make money in oil, can you really not get into bed just a little bit with bad guys? It's a throwaway jab, one reported months ago in the New York Times and other places. Even if he didn't cut the pay, it isn't exactly like enlisted men get rich even when we fund the military way too much.

So what is it that makes people say it's ok to shortchange them in numerous ways and still send them off to die in a war that, at this point, no one really still thinks is a good idea? Lack of options? Family history of voting GOP and joining up out of high school? Desire to be a part of something? Damned if I know. What I do know is this: In one scene, some poor PA has the thankless task of smoothing Paul Wolfowitz' hair, by hand, after Wolfowitz has slobbered on his comb and tried to get his funky bangs into place on his own. No one gets paid enough to touch the almost-certainly caustic spit of Paul Wolfowitz.