John Henke uncovers some very troubling facts about Michael Moore and the making of Fahrenheit 911.
Related: In the time it takes you to read this entry, Michael Moore will have polished off an entire canned ham and half a deep-dish peach pie.
John Henke uncovers some very troubling facts about Michael Moore and the making of Fahrenheit 911.
Related: In the time it takes you to read this entry, Michael Moore will have polished off an entire canned ham and half a deep-dish peach pie.
What? No deep-fried parakeet poppers?
Must not be that hungry.
Half a pie?
He finished the rest while you posted.
yes, but what are the actual facts in the movie that you want to dispute? did bush not say now watch this drive? would eating a comb be better than a pie? did not george bush refer to the haves and the have mores? i mean, there is a steady drumbeat about the facts being wrong but when you get there its just ah ad hominem attack on him being fat…
well, from what i hear, there really are no “actual facts” in the movie worth disputing or notdisputing. that seems to be the problem. but that fucker really is fat. and while we’re all posting away, look who’s eating all the pie…
Hi James,
Glad to see you!
Moores lies (so far) consist of the following:
“Newsday reported some of Moore
Since I posted some non ad hominem arguments against Fatty-fat-fatty’s movie, I get my chance to properly sling some ad hominem in any general direction since Fatty is so fat that some of it is bound to hit him…..
Ahem……
Michael Moore is so fat that when he jumped in the ocean whales started singing “We are family…..even though your ass is fatter than me!”
Thank you folks! I’ll be here all week, try the veal…
I hate to tell Jon that Moore ate that “sauce for the goose” while he wasn’t looking…
MM is so fat…
He jumped for joy in the Grand Canyon and got stuck.
His belt size is equator.
His senior portrait is an aerial shot.
He’s got more Chins than a Chinese phone book.
When he sits around the house, he sits ALL THE WAY around the house.
When he walks down the street, the fat on his thighs rubs together and you can actually smell bacon.
He’s so fat he can sell shade.
actually, the Hitchens piece really is brilliant- the most devastating and sustained critique of the movie i have yet seen in a single piece. with nary a mention of that lard ass’s girth or disgusting eating habits…
I’ve never asked, or really cared, but I was just suddenly overcome with this wretched image. Is he married? Is there someone, somewhere, some bunch of Moore groupies, ready to jump his bones? Do they call themselves the S’Moores?
Yes. He is married. Now try and sleep tonight.
EEEEEEWW!
Now, I hate to do this to one of my favorite authors at http://www.beggingtodiffer.com/archives/2004_06.html#001414 , but Hei Lun is tired of hearing that Moore is fat, “I’m not going to defend anything that Michael Moore does. But why do so many of his critics feel the need to bring up his weight? It’s not as if it has anything to do with any of his arguments.”
After discovering that (for the most part) this group agrees that the only truthful thing about Moore is that he is a fatass, I invite you to share your thoughts with Hei.
When he drinks Coke, he sweats C2.