When it comes to politics, I’m every activist’s worst nightmare, regardless of whether they sport a bleeding heart or a Brooks Brothers suit. I am the apathetic young adult. I barely managed to vote in the last election and I’m pretty sure I wrote in Jackie Kennedy.

Don’t get me wrong, I care. I am informed. But I’m easily distracted by less abstract issues, like what kind of conditioner to buy, or whether my cubicle mate meant to rub my shoulder like that. And after eight years with this current buffoon in office, it’s easy to become disillusioned and look the other way.

Sad, right? Abstract is the last thing the political system should be. But face it, American politicians act more like self - interested, fame - starved celebrities than advocates for the progression of mankind. Paris Hilton for president, anyone? With the Terminator holding down California, it’s not such a far - out prospect.

That’s why I’m grateful for Michael Moore, with his nosy, annoying, righteous knee - jerk liberal fastidiousness. I’m not one to base my vote on a film, but “Fahrenheit 911,” “Bowling for Columbine” and “Roger and Me” were jarring works of cinema. Despite how many “inaccuracies” people claimed they contained, their messages rang true and clear: America’s got problems. Read More »