I have seen a bunch of films in the last three days. (Helpful Hint: Don’t see Die Hard or Evan Almighty, even on a plane) Today I saw Zebraman, and snuck into Troublemakers, but I didn’t stay too long because I had some stuff to do. After said stuff, I went to see Michael Moore’s Sicko. I used to be a huge Moore fan until he became the mouth piece for leftist politics. I like his movies and TV shows, but I don’t really want him speaking for me as a liberal. He is sort of a douche. Anyway, his movie is probably really important to see. You will get all riled up and upset and then get pissed on the car ride home, and then you will go to McDonald’s and forget all about it. I know I will. My friend Teddy has had this horrible pain behind his eyes for the last two weeks, but he won’t go to the doctor until next week because his insurance hasn’t kicked in yet. I am going to lose my insurance in about 10 months. It is pretty upsetting. Once my friends and I got in a huge brawl. I had to take a few of them to the hospital. I had a black eye and a shovel had been broken over my back, it made a cool imprint, but I was completely fine. The woman at intake at the hospital convinced me the doctors should have a look at me. I agreed. I was there for about 20 minutes and I walked out with a 1500 dollar bill which included 8 dollars for two Advil. Luckily I have insurance, but there are 46 million US citizens who don’t. So, the movie was enjoyable, probably the least funny, least stunt filled effort of Moore’s career, but it certainly didn’t blow me away like Roger and Me did the first time I saw it.

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