First of all, my most fervent apologies to those whom I owe correspondence; I have been out of town on film-related work and have been busy and distracted as a motherfucker. So, if you have not heard from me recently, this is my mea culpa. I shall re-appear shortly.

On other fronts, yes, I DID see Fahrenheit — and yes, the top of my head is STILL detached from my body. My review will be posted later. However, I am quickly signing on to post a VERY important message to all my friends across the country who are planning to go see Mikie Moore’s Masterpiece of Truth.

After we bought our tickets and were being shuffled off into yet another line to be seated, I noticed a group of four teenage girls who were being turned away at the ticket window. It seems that since the right wing fascist cocksuckers got their way and won an R rating (which is absolutely presposterous and unwarranted, by the way), there is an entire segment of our population that is being denied entry to this film: YOUNG TEENS. These particular girls weren’t hipsters or punks or even necessarily sophisticated-looking in any way. But, by god, instead of loitering about Abercrombie and Fitch, they were at this cineplex in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon to see this movie — and were unable to do so. It should be noted, by the way, that this is EXACTLY the group of Americans who need to see the revelations of this film THE VERY MOST. I was outraged that they were being turned away…but by the time I realized what was happening, I was being swept away by the line I was in and could do nothing.

So, I hurried in, found my seat, deposited my comrades, quickly asked said comrades to purchase me popcone and Diet Coke, and then scampered my fatass back out to the ticket line to introduce those four darling, curious, intellectually-hungry girls to their long lost “Auntie Muffy” — who would proudly stand by their side as they purchased their tickets and then had their minds blown wide open by what they were about to see.

But by the time I got back out front — they were gone. I was very nearly inconsolable.

So, I am asking all of you now that when you go to see this film — oh, and you WILL go to see this film, goddamnit — to please take the time to walk the length of the line beforehand and ask if there are any teenagers who, because of their age, need to be accompanied when purchasing their tickets. This is a MOST important task and is a very simple gesture that could make all the difference in the world towards engendering and encouraging the possible social and political awakening of another human being. We must NOT fail at aiding and abetting even one young person who wishes to see this movie. Trust me, after you experience it for yourself, you will understand what I am talking about. This film may very well change the course of American history.

I can dream, can’t I?

PS) Please pass along this suggestion to all those of good conscience, i.e., those enlightened beings who would like to see Dubya and his entire hissing, malevolent posse…rotting and stinking in the earth. Thank you.

That is all.