You get Moore for your money

Got a ride back from home yesterday with Zac Herman and his mom. The Hermans are friends of Dad. Zac spent a great deal of the trip yelling at his mom and singing along with Bette Midler CDs. In the words of Grandma Debbie, "I don't know if he's gay or straight or what, but he's such a nice boy." Except for the nice boy part.
Anyway, Zac, as it turns out, is a member of On The Fly productions, which books people to come to schools. He was very, very enthusiastic about Michael Moore and was pleased that I was too.
And thus my blog about The Michael Moore Speech.

( Speech! Speech! )

Walking back, a guy on a bike singing a song about the speech passed me. "Kerry, yeah, he's our maaaaaaaan..." to the approximate tune of "God Save the Queen" (the Sex Pistols version). I also saw quite a few "OPRAH-HEAD for President" spraypaints; getting Oprah to run for President is a large part of one of Moore's books. I don't remember which, but it was funny.

On the way back to my dorm, I saw a girl sitting on the porch screaming into her cell phone. "Why didn't you ever tell me that Bush let Osama's family out of the country? No, Michael Moore just told me...I would have, like, expected you to know! You're the, like, political guy!" A pause. "For Bush? I'm so not going out with you anymore."
Political invective as relationship breaker.