You Spin Me Right Round

I'm a little in...awe. By that I mean my mouth is agape and my eyes are blinking with the slow regularity of the drip, drip, drip in the sink at the Motel 6 off the Interstate. Catatonic. That's the word I'm looking for. Catatonic.

I just read a defense of The Path to 9/11 written by its scribe. Six times, in various forms, the word "spin" appears. Here are a few samples, from the third paragraph:

But, somehow, politicians injected themselves into this-in a big way. The spin-machine was out in full force against The Path to 9/11, long before it aired, and the media and others bought the spin. Just like book-burners have always done. The spinners mounted a witch hunt against me that knew no bounds.

My head's spinning.

Now, I didn't watch the movie and I didn't vet the script and I didn't weigh in last fall on the controversy. I can say that based on who defended the movie, Cyrus Nowrasteh has some nasty fellow travelers. That, and Disney is always happy to provide succor to the most rabid mouth-breathers of the right.

Maybe he's right. Maybe this movie was factually accurate. Maybe it was even thematically and tonally accurate (that's a bit tougher to determine.) Like I said, I didn't watch it, and I don't intend to watch it. I'd rather just read the 9/11 commission report, or perhaps this adaptation of it.