Review: My Terms of Surrender

Michael Moore’s My Terms of Surrender, his one-man piece on Broadway, closes today and I waited until the last minute to see it but I’m damn glad I did. I’m a fan of Michael Moore’s documentaries, although some truth’s may be hard to believe at times, he’s coming from a good place. They are slanted, yes, but all documentaries are. Documentaries are made subjectively, not objectively. Anyways, I felt it was my patriotic duty to see this show at least once.

I have to give Moore props for standing onstage for two-hours-and-fifteen-minutes, without an intermission. I expected this to be 90-minutes-no-intermission so I was stunned when I left the theatre and it was 10:15pm. Anyways the audience was pumped and the house was buzzing. I even spent $15 on a sippy cup of wine and wore my RESIST tank top. I was excited.

My Terms of Surrender is half-memoir and half-how-to-activism. I knew absolutely nothing about Moore’s life, like the fact that his speech about Abraham Lincoln and the hypocrisy of the Elks Club got the ball rolling on Capitol Hill to change the loop hole in the 1964 Civil Rights Act so that private clubs couldn’t keep discriminating. He was 17 at the time. Or the fact that he hated being slapped with a paddle by his principal so when he was 18, he figured out how to run for president of his school’s board and won (and 11 months later he had the principal and VP fired !!!!).

He realized when he was 17 that someone who was seemingly without power wasn’t necessarily powerless. He realized that somebody small, like him, could get shit done and it only took a little. Not doing anything big.

He talked about the beginning of the Iraq War when he was one of the only ones speaking out against it and he was ostracized for it. He said that when (not if) Trump declares war on North Korea, we have to speak up and speak out against it, and until we see North Koreans marching through the arch at Washington Square Park, there’s no reason to go to war with North Korea. “I can’t do this alone again,” he pleaded. I got you, dude. As a 17 year old I was against the Iraq War, and I’ll be against a North Korean war, too.

He also talked about the poison water in Flint, ridiculous TSA standards, and how we ended up with Trump. His post-show to-do list in the Playbill includes: 1) Make the Daily Call (go to; 2) Make the Monthly Visit (to your local reps office), 3) Show up at townhalls (duh); 4) Help Flip Congress in 2018 (oh yes, we must – we need 24 seats in the house); 5) The electoral college music go (another duh); 6) Join, join, join (the ACLU, BLM, Greenpeace, etc.); 7) Help form blue regions of resistance (help keep your blue state blue!); 8) YOU must run for office (what office should I run for??); 9) You must become the media (use our social media for good); 10) Join the army of comedy (#mockhimup) because he is thin skinned AF.

This closes in a few hours and I’m tempted to go see it again just to get inspired, but if you have the means and the time, GET THEE TO THE BELASCO THEATRE! The entire balcony is $29.

Winning in 2018 and 2020 is not an option. Let’s do this.




I saw Capitalism: A Love Story in theatres when it came out, but I watched it again today via Netflix.  It validates my disgust for Wall Street, the stock market, Goldman Sachs, the Bush Admin, and Ronald Regan, who aside from ignoring the initial AIDS crisis, it was his handy work that started this mess.  

I remember being totally against the Wall Street Bail Out when banks and companies were going to shit.  Capitalism is the right to succeed but it’s also the right to fail.  These companies made piss-poor decisions and they should’ve been held accountable.  I do understand the argument that if these huge companies fail, millions more people are out of work.  In regards to that argument, if these companies were to be helped out, pay cuts should’ve been issued to anyone making over $100k and CEOs should’ve been fired.  Hell, pay cuts should’ve been issued to anyone making over $50k.  Your job does not warrant making anything MORE than that.    Unless you’re curing diseases or a teacher, there’s absolutely no reason for you to be a multi-billionaire.  When someone cures HIV, that person can be awarded endless amounts of money because he or she will have helped millions of people.  

I don’t know how people actually go to work in the stock market, at banks, or at hedge funds.  Actually I do, they’re motivated by money.   It’s work that’s devoid of any real purpose or soul.  It’s boring as hell too.  I work around a lot of hedge funds and I can’t begin to wrap my head around why people would want to do it every day (aside from the obvious factor, money).  I know that there are people who work there as temps, and I’m not including them in this group of people.  

That concludes my rant.  I think.  If you haven’t seen this documentary, definitely put it on your Netflix que. Enjoy your Sundays 🙂