It's full of the usual vitriol; here are a couple of the choice bits:
Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?
I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
Recently, I received this via email - a response for Mr. Moore from an IWT reader:
Dear Michael,
I’m preparing to enter the Army to try to make a difference in my nation’s history. I could take the easy road, I guess, and make a movie or some other useless appendage of our modern culture of ease and indifference. After all, I have a degree in English Writing – paid for in full and with no government loans by my father’s investment in the stock market. Hell, I could sit around, eat Cheetos, and create sly innuendos about other people’s actions and motivations designed to undercut everything they do. I could take people who are half crazy with grief and callously use their creeping insanity to further my radical social agenda, if I wanted. After all, the federal government’s callousness to the suffering of Americans doesn’t take my libertarian heart by surprise. I remember Waco, after all.
Of course, that the government, having been empowered and entrusted with our safety and security, should respond by betraying that trust and abusing that power is a historical lesson you might want to look up some time. Try Russia, 1917. France, 1790-ish. Or Vietnam, 1975. Once your pet movement got what it wanted and our boys came home, over three million South Vietnamese peasants were slaughtered by social engineers. Of course, they don’t count in your eyes. They were in the way of social progress, whatever your current definition of THAT is. And non-interference with Cambodia led to a worker’s paradise there that people are STILL talking about. Piles of skulls are the eternal pillar that your peace and progress cult built.
Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t try to make things better. Unless we get involved, of course, nothing will improve. So I suggest, Michael, instead of running huge publicity stunts, why not run for office? Why not join the Guard? The standards are dropping, thanks to your efforts to dissuade recruitment. You might have to shed a few pounds, but that would only give you a longer life to make slick presentations undermining anything you had paranoid fears of.
I hope that my family’s bourgeois success story doesn’t put you off from reading this missive. I realize I’m not your target audience. I’m one of those “privileged” kids you kept trying to get to go to Iraq (as though a career making movies doesn’t qualify you as privileged when compared with the whole vast tapestry of human labor throughout history), and guess what, buddy? I volunteered. It ain’t that easy to get into the military, as you would have found out had you ever tried. I tell you what, getting up at six and running a couple of miles to get in shape is hard to do! Of course, you might not know much about that. I tell you what, you should drop by and run with me. I’ll try not to give you a heart attack, but you might get an education.
A Soldier in Pittsburgh
What can I say to that but HOOOAH!
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