Each night on our
60-city "Slacker Uprising Tour" through the 20 battleground states, I've been
(and on some nights, thousands) of voters at my arena and stadium events. I then
ask for everyone over 23 who has never voted (or didn't vote in the last
election) to stand up. I tell these slackers that I understand and respect why
they think politicians are not worth the bother. I tell them that I may have
been the original slacker, and that I do not want them to change their slacker
ways. Keep sleeping 'til noon! Keep drinking beer! Stay on the sofa and watch as
much TV as possible! But, please, just for me, on 11/2, I want you to leave the
house and give voting a try -- just this once. The stakes this time are just too
If they promise me that
they'll do this, I give the guys a 3-pack of new Fruit of the Loom underwear,
and the women get a day's supply of Ramen noodles, the sustenance of slackers
I then close by having
them repeat the 2004 Slacker Oath: "Pick nose! Pick butt! Pick Kerry."
It seems to have worked,
as each night the volunteer tables are swamped afterwards with hundreds of new
and young voters signing up to campaign for regime change for the next four
The satire of all this
seems to have been lost on the Republicans. Or maybe it hasn't. The state of
Michigan (where we spent most of last week) reported that over 100,000 young
people recently registered to vote, a record that no one saw coming. The Slacker
Tour has turned into a huge steamroller with a momentum all its own.
So, the Republican
Party, to show their gratitude that so many young people will now be involved in
our system, has demanded that I be sent to jail for trying to "bribe" students
Of course, this would be
quite laughable if they weren't so serious about their charges. But they are. I
may soon be a wanted man in Michigan -- simply because I convinced a few
slackers to change their underwear and eat a healthy meal of artificially
I thought I'd seen it
all this year -- Disney refusing to distribute the film they paid for,
right-wingers harassing theater owners who showed "Fahrenheit 9/11,"
conservative action groups trying to get the FEC to kick our film ads off the
air, the unnecessary restrictive R-rating that forced teenagers to sneak in to
see it, and all the stupid, crazy attacks on me and my movie that I've had to
listen to as I watched the public ignore them and pack the movie houses anyway,
where my film was being shown. And when all that failed, five different
Republican groups made five different attack dog tapes (oops, "documentaries"!)
against me in a period of about six weeks. But they were all so bad, so boring,
so right-wing, no one wanted to watch them and they too went away, a sad waste
of good videotape.
Now, after enduring all
this, with no tricks left in their bag, they've just decided, "Let's toss his
sorry ass behind bars -- him and his noodles and his gift of clean underwear!"
My friends, they will
not catch me. Though I may be on the run, and I may never be able to return home
to my beloved Michigan, I make this solemn vow to you and yours: The slackers of
America shall not be denied their noodles, they will proudly wear their clean
underwear as free Americans, and they will vote Bush out of office come November
2nd (though they will not show up to the polls until well after noon)!
Stay strong, stay
slacker, and please remember to turn the underwear inside out every three days.
As for the noodles, add boiling water, stir.
P.S. My favorite moment
of the VP debate: Cheney saying to the moderator that this was the first he
heard that that many black women in America had AIDS. Clueless. Cheney, for an
entire 90-minutes, only mentioned Bush's name -- that's his running mate, the
"president" -- once. They should have called this the "President (Cheney) --
Vice President (Edwards) Debate."