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Michael Moore: A Loathe Story

No, I don’t hate Michael Moore the person, I just loathe his snake oil approach to making films disguised as documentaries. And now, his latest is Capitalism: A Love Story.

Before you get too excited over Moore’s sticking it to the Man, keep a few things in mind:

Does it make any sense for Moore to spit in the face of a financial system that has made him filthy rich? He has had homes in both New York City and in Traverse City, Michigan (neither of which is cheap). Does Moore honestly believe he’d be able to make all these movies if he lived in Venezuela, Cuba or other places? Mikey, if you hate capitalism so much, what’s stopping you from buying a one-way plane ticket to Havana? Or, are you worried you’ll see what a real socialist “paradise” is like, decide you like the freedoms of America more and will try to sail back to Florida on a makeshift raft? C’mon…surely Raul Castro or even Hugo Chavez would be understanding if you tried to make a documentary critical about their regimes. Chavez’ closing down opposition stations is nothing to worry about!

I have a family member who’s a United Auto Worker, know someone who grew up with Moore, know someone who went to school with him and know a former teacher of his. All of them say his work should be taken with a grain of salt.

In Fahrenheit 911, Moore’s idea of a celebrity who supported the war on terror was a gum-chewing Britney Spears. Too bad he didn’t interview KISS rocker Gene Simmons, who was born Chaim Witz in Haifa, Israel and is not only the son of Hungarian Jews, but is the son of a Holocaust survivor. Simmons sees a lot of parallels between what his mother (whose entire family was wiped out in the death camps) endured and what radical Islam is trying to do. Simmons has a degree in education and besides having taught school, he also was the person who originally discovered Van Halen. I’ll never forget what Simmons said in 2004 on why he was voting for Bush: When you go through a bad neighborhood, you don’t want a poodle at yoru side. You want a Rottweiler.”

In short, I’ll never understand why Moore continues to spit in the face of a country that’s given him the freedoms needed to become insanely rich. It’s the quintessential example of biting the hand that feeds you.

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