Fahrenheit 911 Pounds

Will someone please stick a pacifier in Michael Moore’s mouth and just make him shut up? The more I see him, the more he annoys me with his efforts to serve as the self-appointed advocate for the marginalized. At least he’s moved away from the “regular working guy” drag of cap and flannel shirt to hipper glasses and basic black.

When some of my supposedly "with it" friends take offense at me calling this fat fuck an annoying, self-righteous blow hard, I refuse to back down. The fact that Cannes honored the rambling, repetitive, over-long Fahrenheit 9/11 as some great work of art shows just how bad the U.S. image is in the world that the French would give him an award for such an incompetent piece of work. Besides being inept as a film-maker, Moore is reckless with journalistic accuracy because he feels he’s telling some “greater truth”.

He uses many of the same techniques that Rush Limbaugh and his ilk on the Right employ in their supposed education of the masses. Supposed progressives should have more vision and creativity than to gravitate to someone like Moore who is a mirror image of Fox News and other sloppy, didactic tools. Beyond that, I have several friends in documentary film who say that as a professional colleague Moore is opportunistic, dishonest, verbally abusive and an all around major jerk. Oh, and it appears that he eats well.

Needless to say Gavin Newsom is gushing about how brave he is and how much he loves Moore. Indeed, there is so much of Michael to love.