"Shame on you, Mr. Bush. Shame on you! Anytime you've got the pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, your time is up!"
-Michael Moore at the Oscars

Mr. Moore invited all the other nominees for Best Documentary to go on stage with him; he'd warned them that he would be making remarks against the war and the Bush administration, and they were all glad to join him.

Here's my disclaimer.
I hate the whole hollywood popularity contest bullshit as much as the next person, but come on- did you go to see "The Hours" or "Chicago?" "Gangs of New York?" Then don't bother ridiculing the Oscars, because you've already participated. You've paid your $9.25 or $11.25. and guess what- that money isn't paying the schmoe who tore your ticket stub.
And as far as this year goes- Oscars and war. I've seen headlines this morning decrying the horrific fact of American POWs on one channel, tulle and satin on the next. Guess what? Every year during the Oscars, people somewhere were getting murdered, tortured, raped, starved to death, held prisoner, you name it- and I mean also in the good ole USA. Where do you draw the line?

Gael García Bernal was the classiest, sexiest speaker I've ever seen at those damn awards.
Catherine Zeta-Jones looked gorgeous and I hope she never loses any of that weight. and of course I'm not surprised that Salma Hayek didn't win Best Actress.
And yeah, okay, there are many parts of the whole proceedings that are ridiculous and disgusting. Did I sound like I was defending the Oscars? oh my.
The man who asked the Iraqi people for peace should have been booed.
can you imagine! I mean, can you imagine?

But Todd's wrap-up at Tremble is much better and funnier than mine. go read it.