I saw Sicko. I laughed. I cried. Literally. I felt like puking. I didn’t puke, but I liked the audience participation aspect: a film about sickness that actually makes you feel sick! I felt like moving to Canada. I thought it was Moore’s best film yet. It is really, really worth seeing. If you’re on the west coast you can probably still get tickets for tonight. Go! Now!
Of course, I’m probably preaching to the choir. How many poets are Republicans.