Yesterday, Lies of Omission, the freedomista documentary-to-be, finished principal photography. My involvement with this project has been minimal, but I was there for the final day’s interviews and it was as great a meeting of minds as I’ve taken part in in years.
I was there because they had to reshoot my interview from last fall. Which I’m sure made nobody happy. T.L. and Sammi Davis both had to make long, costly extra trips. Although my trip to join them was short, I was as excited to be re-interviewed as to have my my fingernails pulled out by hot pincers. It was necessary because of sound problems on the first try. But they were also re-shooting, I understand, because even though the documentary remains underfunded, the commitment of its creators has strengthened over time and they wanted to make sure they have the best possible product.
They wrapped on the very day they read this New York Times piece saying that documentary producers, distributors, and film festivals are now seeking “more conservative content.” (If the Sundance crowd were merely admitting, as so many other liberals and mainstreamers have in the wake of the election, that they’d “misjudged America,” I’d dismiss it as breast-beating BS. But they admit they’re leaving cash on the table by ignoring a proven-significant audience.) So who knows?
The current money-plea for the film, mostly to fund b-roll footage and images that must be purchased from outside sources, is half-way to goal. I have no idea how the original Indigogo fundraiser turned out, as that site has decided to block me from access, presumably because I use a VPN. Here’s T.L.’s current update.
There were others present and involved in yesterday’s shoot. I was privileged to be among some of freedom’s finest minds and spirits. Since I didn’t ask their permission, I shouldn’t say who-all was present. It was a small group, but made up of powerful do-ers. Some would call themselves constitutional conservatives, maybe libertarian-leaning, maybe libertarian. I was probably the only free-market anarchist in the room. But we were all freedomistas to the core. And the expertise in that room for thinking things ups and getting things done was primo.
These were not members of think tanks or people known to the media. They were ordinary people, mostly unknown outside the freedom movement (and some unknown by choice). But … well, they and their accomplishments were impressive. I actually felt like the least of them all. Not that they did anything to cause me to feel that way. On the contrary; they treated me like a VIP (one literally catered to my every whim). And we laughed. Oh my goodness, I haven’t laughed so much in a long time.
I think that’s one of the things I like the most about real doers and movers in the freedom world. They’re bright people with wide-ranging minds and encyclopedic knowledge of politics, history, and culture. They hold a range of viewpoints about government and about significant issues like immigration and abortion. But they get that we’re all in this together. And they really get that sometimes a good laugh is the most needed thing.