Big ups to Michael Moore

I can’t watch award ceremonies — somehow my brain rebels, refuses to focus awareness, and I end up sitting in a vague, half-aware stupor, as if I am drifting out of phase, like the old Star Trek episode where Captain Kirk spends most of the episode floating transparently around the Enterprise in his shiny silver space suit until Mr. Spock figures out how to rescue him from his interdimensional purgatory.

Which is all to say, I didn’t see the Oscars last night. But congratulations to Michael, for the award, and for the acceptance speech:

Whoa. On behalf of our producers Kathleen Glynn and Michael Donovan from Canada, I’d like to thank the Academy for this. I have invited my fellow documentary nominees on the stage with us, and we would like to — they’re here in solidarity with me because we like nonfiction. We like nonfiction and we live in fictitious times. We live in the time where we have fictitious election results that elects a fictitious president. We live in a time where we have a man sending us to war for fictitious reasons. Whether it’s the fictition of duct tape or fictition of orange alerts we are against this war, Mr. Bush. Shame on you, Mr. Bush, shame on you. And any time you got the Pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, your time is up. Thank you very much.