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Overview
Postwar documentarians gave us the documentary, Rob Reiner gave us the mockumentary, and Moore initiated a third genre, the crockumentary.
How, they ask, does Moore pull off a proletarian, "man-of-the-people" image so at odds with his lifestyle as a fabulously wealthy Manhattanite? And how large of an impact do his incendiary, ill-founded polemics have on the growing community that follows him with near-religious devotion? Loaded with well-researched, solidly reasoned arguments, and laced with irreverent wit, Michael Moore Is a Big Fat Stupid White Man fires back at one of the left's biggest targets—politically and literally.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9780060779603 |
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Publisher: | HarperCollins |
Publication date: | 05/10/2005 |
Edition description: | New and Updated Edition |
Pages: | 272 |
Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.68(d) |
About the Author
Jason Clarke has been at different times a telemarketer, proofreader, and an unemployed American. He is currently a website developer and writer living in New England. He founded Moorelies.com following the 2003 Academy Awards, and has since become one of the loudest voices answering Michael Moore's every public outburst.
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Michael Moore Is a Big Fat Stupid White Man
An Open Letter to Michael Moore
Dear Mike,
Here we are again, a year or so later.
What, you don't remember us? We understand how we might've slipped your mind -- what with your hectic schedule composing wildly arrogant letters to presidents and other people who actually do things for a living. Or touring Europe to preach resentment of the United States (before jetting back to enjoy the good life here). And, of course, there's the significant amount of time you must spend laughing all the way to the bank.
But we're your "wacko attackos," as you've so affectionately dubbed us. We're among the many who've been keeping an eye on you -- and piping up -- over the years. And well, we thought you deserved a response to the many unanswered letters you've sent to the high and mighty ... so here goes.
It all started in March 2003 as we were sitting in our respective homes on opposite ends of the country. While watching the Academy Awards, we saw you take the stage to accept the Best Documentary Feature award for Bowling for Columbine. And like many of the millions of Americans who had also tuned in, we were disgusted and appalled by your shamelessly self-aggrandizing and ironic acceptance speech.
Everyone was waiting for you to thank your team and family, to share the limelight for a moment. But you didn't have it in you. "We live in fictitious times," you bellowed from the stage, knowing that it would make the moment, and indeed the entire ceremony, forever about Mike. Then you summarized your political views: "We live in the time where we have fictitious election results that elect a fictitious president. We live in a time where we have a man sending us to war for fictitious reasons. Whether it is the fictition [sic] of duct tape or the fictition of orange alerts, we are against this war, Mr. Bush! Shame on you, Mr. Bush! Shame on you!"
The reaction to your calculated "outburst" -- just one episode in a long line from your factory of carefully plotted spontaneity -- was immediate and irate, beginning with the audience you addressed. You were roundly and quickly shooed from the stage. This must have been an especially difficult pill for you to swallow, given that you were surrounded, in large part, by your ideological peers. But you had made a foolish, grandiose mistake: You imagined that a few polite handshakes and back pats from L.A. liberals gave you carte blanche to make a spectacle of yourself as a grandstanding, blathering, leftist idiot. Understand, Mike: It wasn't that the audience thought your views were wrong. How many Bush supporters and war hawks were there in that Hollywood audience, anyway? It isn't about politics. It's about being a pompous ass.
Outside the Kodak Theater, across the rest of the country, the thundering dismissal of your screed was amplified many times over in offices, at family dinner tables, and around bars.
Enter our web sites -- Moorelies.com and Mooreexposed.com. Just two small examples of the many Internet sites where you can find highly critical analyses of your award-winning "documentary," Bowling for Columbine.
Thanks to the Internet, the steady stream of insight into the true nature of your work began to pass effortlessly between the mainstream and the underground, between media big shots and regular folks who were sick and tired of standing by while your legend grew unchecked. Seemingly overnight, conventional wisdom about you came under question for the first time. No longer the media darling of your Roger & Me days, now much of the coverage about you became more accurate -- and thus more angry.
You weren't about to take a hint though.
Instead, your reaction was to dismiss us all -- and with malice. You labeled an entire movement looking critically at your work as "wacko attackos," and rather than address our charges, you dismissed us out of hand as "henchmen" of the president or tools of the right wing.
We can get over the almost hilarious paranoia reflected by your response. See, Mike, after the years together, we're aware of the well-worn pattern: People organize and present facts that expose the fallacies of your work, and you reply by characterizing them as "henchmen" and "wackos," whether in interviews, speeches, or on your web site.
The pattern since last year's Oscars is only a heightened version of your longtime modus operandi. You've been loudly condemning a long line of your critics for quite some time now, in exactly the same way, since your Mother Jones days in the mid-1980s. You're the King of Deflection and always have been, no matter how long the chorus of criticisms last.
And while your true nature has been revealed several times over your career, like a Democrat caught in a sex scandal, you continue to come back into vogue, stronger than ever. By now, of course, you've got millions on hand (in both cash and acolytes) to keep you afloat.
With your debut film, 1989's Roger & Me -- a comedic look at the downfall of your hometown -- you were savaged by two of film's most respected critics, Harlan Jacobson and Pauline Kael, but it was too late. By the time your misleading editing of the movie was exposed, you were already too deeply insulated by a wave of positive press to suffer any real damage. That didn't curb your reaction (or should we say reflex?) and you were soon shrilly accusing your critics of being part of a General Motors (GM) conspiracy against you.
In 1992, you survived the critical drubbing of your followup movie, Pets or Meat -- which was dismissed as a short and unoriginal rehash of Roger & Me -- and you even managed to refrain from lashing out at anybody for it. We'll chalk up the silence on your part to a sophomore slump.
It wasn't long before you got your wind back. Your propensity for altering reality served you well in your break into TV. Of course, you had to go to work for NBC, and then Fox Broadcasting -- two of the world's largest corporate media conglomerates -- but you seemed oddly unperturbed by the hypocrisy. Had you forgotten so quickly that rallying against the scourge of corporations is what made you famous?
Michael Moore Is a Big Fat Stupid White Man. Copyright © by David Hardy. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.Table of Contents
An Open Letter to Michael Moore | 5 | |
The Prophet of the Left Is Never Right | 13 | |
First Offense: Roger & Me | 17 | |
"Michael Moore, Humbug," | 29 | |
Stupid White Men: The Gospel According to Michael | 37 | |
"America's Left Surrenders Itself to the Giant Sulk," | 59 | |
Searching for Truth in Bowling for Columbine | 65 | |
"The Awful Truth? It's a Crock" | 97 | |
"Questioning the Documentary" | 103 | |
Moore Money | 117 | |
Michael Moore's Last Days in Office | 123 | |
Dude, Where's Your Integrity? | 127 | |
"Michael Moore's Truth Problem" | 143 | |
And the Oscar for Acting Out Goes To ... | 151 | |
Fahrenheit 666: Truth Goes to Hell in a Handbasket | 165 | |
Moore and Terrorism | 181 | |
Moore Stories | 189 | |
Closing Thoughts | 199 | |
Notes and Sources | 209 | |
Acknowledgments | 243 |