Oh, snap! It’d be funny if it hadn’t come out of my pocket, which held a couple of pennies and some lint and is now empty. But I’m delighted that all those needy CEOs will sleep securely tonight in their golden parachutes. Because nothing is more heartwarming that knowing that a filthy bastard who got filthy rich off cheating his investors, cheating his employees, and cheating the American people is able to sail off to the Caribbean on his private yacht rather than spending the rest of his life in prison.
The cockles of my heart have been ignited. Here’s hoping they burn long enough to keep me from freezing to death next winter.
Ushers really did roam the aisles at some multiplexes soliciting donations…
But remember: Michael Moore is fat, so nothing he says matters.
I, at least, look forward to his new film, whatever he calls it. I fought for The Peasants Are Revolting. What do you think it should be titled?