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| Michael Moore comfort eating. |
by Daniel Barge
I would hate to be Michael Moore's home help right now, as that poor woman (presumably an illegal alien from South of the border) is going to have to deal with the gargantuan mess made by that lump of lard as he loses control of his bowels through a fit of fear brought on by the inevitability of a Trump victory. Loathsome as he is, Moore is at least smart enough to see which way the wind is blowing—and the more it blows away from this flatulent, over-fed freak the better.
