Michael Moore Doesn't Speak for Me

I found myself in a bit of a grouchy mood when cud-chewer Michael Moore said something to the effect of White America bein’ all mad about a black president.

Really? It was the white vote that got him elected. And if you’re so sure about your statement, then does that mean you (Michael Moore) have a problem with Obama based on his ethnicity?

Is there somethin’ you’re trying to avoid telling us? Looks to me like you’re trying to mitigate your own bigotry by broad-brushing everybody with your disposition. That’s right. You’re projecting, you miserable jackass; which makes sense because you’re a socialist and you expect people to share in a miserable existence.

I’m sick of white liberals like Michael Moore who patronize black people and try to stay in their good graces by falsely accusing white people of racism, and then try to further validate it with some bogus display of self effacement. This joker is a prime example of how white democrats feel that they’re the ones who are tuned in to the black community. They can speak for us. They know us, and where that notion comes from is due to them thinking that they own us.

And the sadder part is, is that too many black people are suckered by this pandering, and shack there shackles like it’s a damn tambourine, singin’ the praises of Democrats.

Michael Moore goes on to say some junk about Obama getting the youth vote and not the vote of the older folks.

You know? It should speak volumes that Obama got the youth vote, and not the vote of the matured. Hello! The matured have had some time to think through some things, live through some things, learn from some things.

But Michael Moore doesn’t learn, because his backwardness causes him to use his mouth twice as much as his ears. What’s more, Michael Moore hates America. The TSA should be crawlin’ over that wildebeest like fleas.

But no. This America hater isn’t a suspect. Those of us who enjoy this republic are the suspects. Janet Napolitano thinks of us as right wing extremist, and dangerous. Obama has referred to us as the enemy.

Now I can understand a pat down. If you want to get into a club you’re most likely gonna get patted down. You don’t want drama to start up in the club, and you definitely don’t want none on a plane. But a pat down is one thing, and we’re steppin’ into the realm of a frisky frisk. The PATRIOT Act never demanded that I use my webcam to show national security my junk. Ya hear that Michael Moore?

How ’bout we let the military fully do their job. How about allowing water-boarding if necessary, Ms. Behar? “Why. Don’t you get water-boarded?” she asks. Um, because I’m not involved in a mass murder plot.

If Joy Bahar really disagrees with water-boarding then she wouldn’t even wish it upon people she disagrees with. But the sad part is that she is so quick to recommend it for a person she disagrees with but is offended that it would be done to a person who would saw a man’s head off.

This is the backwards mentality of the Left. Why doesn’t our government show the kind of zeal they’re demonstrating with airport security and do that with border security? The liberal government wants us to learn how to live with terrorism like herpes.

The terrorists are going to find a way. Hell, it can even get to a point where a big group of ’em book a flight together, and the night before the flight they load up on some beans; cause at this point farts aren’t considered a potential threat, and a tummy full of flatulence ain’t gonna set off any alarms.

So they can get on the plane and just start lettin’ em slip at cruising altitude. The passengers will be trapped aboard a cabin filling up with funky vapors and won’t know where it’s coming from because the terrorists have been well trained to release the farts silently every time. Taking silent but violent to a whole new level, right?

And just when enough farts have been released to trigger the oxygen mask, they’ll activate a discrete detonator and bam:

A Fart-twah at thirty thousand feet.