Posted 3/24/2003 06:30:00 PM by Douglas

If there's one thing I'm sick of hearing about at the water cooler (more than the word "Nuke") is Michael Moore . What an embarrassment. He won an Oscar for his documentary, which, judging from this, shouldn't even be considered for the movie at all. [BTW, I was going to blog this last week, but thought I'd wait for the awards for Moore to make an ass out of himself. Glad He didn't disappoint.]

How pathetic. He won the award, hauled all the nominees up on stage, handed his award to his wife, and started his tirade with both of his fat, judgmental fingers. He probably won't ever get that chance, or that audience, again. But he did, and what did he rant about? The election. OK, Bush stole the election, we get it. You're fat and liberal, we know, we know. Anything new? Where's your gimme cap, I almost didn't recognize you.

And what's with the line as the music started and they drug his fat ass off the stage?

"Anytime you've got the Pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, you're not long for the White House"

What the hell? Apparently the orchestra didn't start playing soon enough because they let this little nugget of info into the annals of Oscar history.

I'm not a particularly big fan of either, but since when did the edicts of United States foreign policy rely on either one of those for guidance? And doesn't it seem like that the Pope and the Dixie Chicks are exactly the type that Moore would generally disagree with? I can imagine that Moore spends many nights tossing and turning in his feculent, crumb covered Star Wars sheets worrying about the actions and opinions of both the Pope and the Dixie Chicks.