Michael Moore is my new hero. Yes, that Michael Moore: the corpulent American guy in the baseball cap who pretends to be a blue- collar ordinary Joe while lounging in five-star hotels; who repeatedly lambasts capitalism while raking in millions from his tendentious anti-free-market documentaries; who, certainly round about 2001 when he published that loathsomely overrated potboiler Stupid White Men, would have been high on my list of the people in the world I most wanted to see boiled alive in a vat of cat vomit.
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