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Patrick made a comment this morning that F9/11 had done over $20 million at the box office, and that was "too bad, because of who benefits from the film". Patrick has a radio sports talk show on Fox in the morning and does another one in the Indianapolis market in the afternoon.
I sent this letter to him.
Dear Mark,
I heard you diss the fact that F/911 did over 20 million at the box office this weekend because of "who benefitted" from the movie. I presume you are being disdainful of Michael Moore, not the thousands of kids making a couple of bucks selling you $4 cokes, the theater owners who make thousands of bucks having those kids sell you $4 cokes, or Disney Studios and the thousands of people that work in the film production/distribution end of the business.
Being in the entertainment business, I thought you were well versed that the idea of American enterprise is to put out a product people want, and make a profit from servicing that demand. When 2.5 million people show up over a weekend to watch a movie, its great business, and it fuels the engine that keeps America going. Why do you hate the same economic force that keeps people like you employed?
I guess you think those 2.5 million people are deluded and wrong headed, and would be much better off paying money to watch murderers (OJ Simpson), gangsters (Allen Iverson), wife beaters (Jason Kidd), drug users (Barry Bonds), and rapists (Mark Chumura) play games and be paid 50 times what Michael Moore will make off his film. Obviously not all sports stars match this profile, but enough do ( I only named 5 that come immediately to mind) that one could use your own logic about Michael Moore against you, and wonder how is it you sleep with yourself given that you pimp for an industry that sells the wholesomeness of its product that is filled with vastly overpaid yet defective human beings that wallow in greed, immorality, criminality, and averice.
Michael Moore making a few bucks telling a story about a stupid president seems to pale in comparison. Its all a matter of whose ox gets gored in the end, isn't it?
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