Q: What do you get when you cross Michael Moore and a one-legged monkey on a tricycle?
A: Fuck Michael Moore.
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MAKE YOUR POINT IN CAPITAL LETTERS. THAT LEAVES NO DOUBT ABOUT YOUR SINCERITY OR VERACITY.
I thought it especially funny that at the end it says, “The American people are not that stupid.” Meanwhile, one of the opening lines of “Stupid White Men” is “Do you feel sometimes like we live in a nation of idiots?”
“One year after we wiped the face of the Saddam statue with our American flag before yanking him down, it is now too dangerous for a single media person to go to that square in Baghdad and file a report on the wonderful one-year anniversary celebration.”
Thinning the population of network media personnel –anywhere– is not a bad thing.
“I’ve been holed up for weeks in the editing room finishing my film (“Fahrenheit 911″). That’s why you haven’t heard from me lately”
I bet you smell good. uffda.
“Why should the other countries of this world, countries who tried to talk us out of this folly, now have to clean up our mess? I oppose the U.N. or anyone else risking the lives of their citizens to extract us from our debacle. I’m sorry, but the majority of Americans supported this war once it began and, sadly, that majority must now sacrifice their children until enough blood has been let that maybe—just maybe—God and the Iraqi people will forgive us in the end.”
More sunshine. More fiber. A treadmill. Trust me…you’ll like what endorphins feel like.
Fahrenheit 911? That’s,um… hmmm…
…clever?
…witty?
…a stupid name which manages to be both nonsensical and an insult to the memory of 3000 people that died?
Jonah Goldberg was right. People like Moore constantly deny the humanity of their political opponents, but get all righteously full of rage if anyone questions their patriotism.
Mr. Working Class Champion, my ass…
Hell, I just like saying “Fuck Michael Moore.”
A lot.
Fuck Michael Moore.
That feels so good.
Errr…not fucking Michael Moore. Saying Fuck Michael Moore….
nevermind.
I hope Ray Bradbury’s lawyer pool takes him to the cleaners. Before they kick the shit out of him in the courts, that is.
And…why the hell is his email address ? He’s lived in a NYC penthouse for years.
From the Belmont Club, though not specifically about Moore:
“Historians of the future will wonder how a cultural elite, paid on scales unseen before, could have sent 20 year old boys into battle before settling into sofas and jeering them from afar.”
From Wretchard’s mouth to God’s ear!