I have not seen the Michael Moore documentary, ‘Sicko’, and I will not go to see it. So, it is really unfair for me to critique something I have not experienced. Instead, I will tell you what I think of Michael Moore. I think Michael Moore is a big, fat, slob. Someone said, “he wasn’t fit to eat with the pigs”, and I replied, “yes he is.”
In all honesty, it seems like a big joke to me. How can someone with three wobbly chins and a girth that requires handmade clothes be commenting on health issues. Its moronic. It sounds like a prank to see how many people will buy into it, sold by Michael, the antithesis of good health. He and his Hollywood buds must be laughing their butts off. I don’t know how he made this film with a straight face.
What next? The big, fat, black woman wearing the yellow feathery costume wins American Idol. The kid with his leg in a cast gives riding a bike lessons. My mother has her own cooking show but she burns everything. Tom Cruise can’t get a date. You got the picture. It’s a smack yourself upside your head moment, if there ever was one.
I hate the fact we share the same initials. Trust me, that is the only thing we share and is not by choice. Other than that, we have never breathed the same air, nor will we.
Michael, lay off the triple cheeseburgers and extra large fries, plus 2 shakes for a snack in between meals. It makes you look like a hot air balloon. Not one of the pretty ones, or cute ones, but one of the scary ones.