The Middle Ground: Open Letter To Michael Moore

Whoa. Hell indeed hath no fury like a woman blogger scorned. Don your asbestos goggles before reading, then bow before the greatness that is Kat.

You think yourself Prometheus, bringing fire and light to humanity. It is my hope that your everlasting damnation be the same as his, chained to a mountain while vultures eat your liver out every day, only to regenerate and have it happen again from here to eternity. Ahh...but that would still not be good enough as the vultures would probably choke on the putrid fat and flesh of your body before they ever reached the only functioning organ you ever possessed.

You will go down in infamy as the Goebbels of the twenty first century. Benedict Arnold without the grace or past heroic endeavors of even a traitor like he.

Chihuahua. Kat, you rule.