"If there were facts to debate I'd be happy to oblige . . . until 'Feed my Maw' Moore uses an actual fact in his 'fatumentaries.' I'll stick to poking fun at his waddles and waddles of liberated chins," writes Moxie:
In case you were wondering, it's still okay to make fat jokes. I mean the Moore himself called Americans stupid. These same stupid Americans paid well-earned cash to see his tripe (and oh-lord the economy is SO bad that they haven't eaten for weeks but have the dough to see fatty's mockumentary). Some ignorant intellectuals call it a film or documentary. But those people are French.
His ignorance goes well with a dirty ketel one martini. With four olives. One for each roll of fat around his left ankle.
We'll drink to that (Beefeater, straight up with an olive).
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