It is no good for somebody in the entertainment business like myself to back romantic, telegenic causes abroad, such as jeopardised tribes' peoples, noble political prisoners, and cute, endangered animals, if you do not also try and do something for the homeless on your own streets. Even if those homeless are at times supremely unpicturesque, occasionally ignoble and not at all cute.
If we look at the nation that President Bush leads, it also behaves in many ways like an addict. The United States is a gigantic John Candy of a country, straining its oversized elasticated pants from the Atlantic to the Pacific. The country is addicted to more or less everything, constantly craving greater and greater quantities of petrol, electricity, pointless sports, empty patriotism, fatty hormone-crammed meat, gigantic pedestrian-crushing four-wheel drive trucks, ever more baseball caps with nonsense written on them and unquestioning obedience from every nation on the planet.