It's pretty much been the warmest Summer I can remember in a while - thank goodness for central air. An' I got a lot of unplanned spurious crap going on that's causing me grief.
Adding to the misery is the fact that fat bastard Michael Moore's "film" opens tomorrow or something like that. If there is any justice, it will crash and burn like the Hindenburg in a lightning storm, but that's not likely to happen since the Galloping Gourmand has discovered that he can be fairly successful by pandering to his niche market: like-minded left-wing moonbats. It's all about the money with this rotund charlatan; that's all it's ever been about. If you know ten million hypoglycemic lunatics will eat chocolates, make chocolates with crack in them. His marching army will love this hot, steaming human dump disguised as a film.
I can only go by the example of his last work of fiction, Trolling for Concubines (stole that from Dennis Miller) that Fat-In-Hind 911 (LBS) will follow in the same manner - skewed views, faked facts and outright lies (see BowlingForTruth.com for a complete rundown of Moore's penchant for skewed fakery). The 9/11 Commission has already debunked plenty of the fakery in this piece of garbage. It's unfortunate, but he appeals to enough wack jobs to reap some returns and keep himself in pork chops for some time to come.
When you have to hire lawyers so you can "sue" people that take you to task, that's a pretty good indicator that you are full of cat box fodder. I'll be awaiting my subpoena.
I'm sure the same mental defectives that line up to pay 10-13 dollars to sit and watch this Riefenstahl-ian propaganda will have no problem leaving the theater and heading over to Barnes and Noble to shell out ANOTHER 35 bucks to buy Slick Willie's fictional autobiography, My Lies. Why does Mikey Baccala have so many devoted worshippers? Simple: when you are used to constantly being full of crap, eventually you forget that you are full of crap and start believing the crap is reality. Moore is their enabler - he validates their phoney-baloney Bizzarro reality. Much in the same way Howard Stern devotees spend all of their time living in their parents' basements, cultivating their comb-overs, and waiting for some big horrific disaster with lots of innocent deaths so they can call CNN pretending to be a witness to say "Baba Booey" - then blame the news media for putting their stupid asses the air. Only different.
If you're gonna see ANY movie having anything to do with Fatso McGirk, see this one: Michael Moore Hates America. Filmmaker Mike Wilson (who deals with regular threats from Moore's group of drooling worshippers) JUST got a distribution deal, so it looks like a late-August release (get your fatass lawyers on standby, Chunky). It will be nice to see the truth about America for a change. My fifteen bucks are waiting.
Some good advice from the legendary Ray Stevens.
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