Wednesday, January 28, 2004
My contempt for Michael Moore compels me to alert everyone of an ever-growing and refreshing community of Moore haters, making the rounds in the wonderful world of cyberspace.
Type his name into your favorite search engine and you'll find a refreshing plethora of sites dedicated to debunking the inaccuracies and all-out falsehoods perpetrated in his films, specifically the Oscar-winning "Bowling."
The facts, I feel, are of little or no consequence to our portly pal whom I'm embarrassed to say hails from my home state.
In other words, "liar, liar, size 48, bright red pants, on fire."
Type his name into your favorite search engine and you'll find a refreshing plethora of sites dedicated to debunking the inaccuracies and all-out falsehoods perpetrated in his films, specifically the Oscar-winning "Bowling."
The facts, I feel, are of little or no consequence to our portly pal whom I'm embarrassed to say hails from my home state.
In other words, "liar, liar, size 48, bright red pants, on fire."
