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Argo or Lincoln: A matter of national importance

It comes down to this question: which do we care more about these days? The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, or Domestic Policy?

Okay, maybe saying "which do we care more about" is the wrong way to put it. But no one can deny that the wars aren't getting the same amount of media play as they were in the mid-2000s, pre-crisis days. Ever since then, as the wars have "wound down" we've been focused inward, toward Domestic Policy issues. Read: Fixing our broken country.

Argo is a fact-based story about a scheme to get prisoners out of Iran using the pretense of the filming of a fake-movie. Great story, but....on the other hand you have a story about one of the greatest America Icons, akin to an American "god" really, and his struggle to heal a broken and divided country. It's a message that should resonate pretty strongly in our age of deeply divided politics and Haves-vs.-Have-Nots, 1% vs. 99% vs. 47% rhetoric. Now is the time when we need a figure like Lincoln to step forward (ahem...Mr. Obama, we're waiting...) and bring both sides of this divided country together!!

So, I say Lincoln is going to win. Maybe if Argo were released in 2006 it might've won Best Picture (okay I still could be wrong), but I think the time is NOW for a film like Lincoln. Affleck has a long career ahead of him as a film director. He will be back. But, I'm putting my money on Lincoln for now.

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