However, this small tidbit about Michael Moore was in there today. - Brian
-- 1. Michael Moore Loses His Cool
Michael Moore managed to insult his own workers, enlarge his reputation for hypocrisy and attack some of the most beloved heroes of our time. The guy sure knows how to start the year out on the wrong foot.
Moore's liberal allies inevitably back him when he lashes out at President Bush. But even his leftist buddies would probably agree that some humble pie-eating and Lott-sized apologies are in order this time.
It seems the portly propaganda pusher recently attacked the self-sacrificing souls of Flight 93.
According to a columnist from the British Independent, Moore described the 9/11 bravehearts as "scaredy-cats because they were mostly white. If the passengers had included black men, those killers, with their puny bodies and unimpressive small knives, would have been crushed by the dudes."
Moore wasn't through embarrassing himself. On the second-to-last performance of his live show at The Roundhouse in Camden, North London, he threw a fit over his paycheck.
According to the World Entertainment News Network, Moore verbally assaulted everyone associated with the theater. He was supposedly unhappy with his insufficient compensation.
A member of the stage crew said that Moore "stormed around all day screaming at everyone, even the 5-pound-an-hour bar staff, telling them how we were all con men and useless. Then he went on stage and did it in public."
The staff responded to the treatment by refusing to work the following night, which led to the show being held up for an hour.
There's talk that Moore's coming out with another film, which purportedly is a Bush basher. The working title is "Fahrenheit 9/11: The Temperature at which Freedom Burns."
The Left Coast Report marvels at the way the documentary disher is able to take hypocrisy to new heights. After observing him over the years, it's pretty clear that what he's really after is Moore and Moore and Moore money.
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"At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"Il etait enfin venu, le jour ou je fus un pourceau!" - Comte de Lautreamont, Les Chants de Maldoror, 4th Hymn, Strophe 6