Michael Moore proves that he is still an ignorant ass, writing here
about poor Linda Rondstadt.
Nevermind his First Amendment issues and the nevermind that he thinks an property owner has no right to ask a person to leave their property. I'm sure plenty of other people will pick up on that.
No, what bugs me the most is his assertion - no, his outright lie - about a certain song.
bq. For crying out loud, it was a song DEDICATION! To "Desperado!" Every American loves that song!
Another fallacy being bandied about by Michael Moore as if it were the almighty truth. Well, I have something to say to Mr. Moore:
Michael Moore, I am an American. And I hate that song with a passion that goes back to 1973, when my ears were first assaulted by that overwrought piece of music.
I ask you now, Michael Moore, to retract your statement. You do not speak for all Americans and your continued belief that you do has reached new heights with this false statement about Desperado
. Because all of your fans believe every single word that comes out of your mouth, no matter how absurd, no matter if those words are proved false - those people will now believe that I, as one of those Americans you speak of, love that song. The very thought that I will be lumped in with lovers of such horrid dreck makes me physically ill.
I may have no recourse but to sue you, Mr. Moore, if you do not take back that statement and stop telling your lies.
I may have to ask David Hardy and Jason Clarke to include this in any updates of their book.
: An anonymous reader penned a little parody to Mr. Moore based on the Desperado statement. Read it below, but be warned there are many Michael Moore is Fat jokes ahead.
: Another proud American
You better come to your meetings
You been out eating doughnuts, for so long now
Oh, we’re here for you
In the evening and the day time
To help you stop shoving
All that food in your face…
You just play to the leftist moonbats, boy
And they eat up all their able
Kinda like you at an all-you-can-eat buffet
Now it seems to me, you needs us
There’s fruits and veggies on your table
But all you only want is a sloppy Big Mac
Oh, why don’t you come to a meeting
Your face and your body, they’re not a nice sight
And bathing, oh bathing, well that should go without saying
Your prison is your body and you’re trapped inside all alone
Don’t you ever take a look in the mirror?
You might want to take a peek
It’s not hard to admit you need lots of help
You’re never losing, just gaining weight
Ain’t it funny how you don’t even notice?
Blubberado, why don’t you come to a meeting?
We’re located in Flint, we won’t make you wait
You may be an ass, but you can be a thin one
You better let Weight Watchers help you, before it’s too