Thomas Wictor

The sign of a mediocre mind is having passionate opinions without factual knowledge. Former filmmaker Michael Moore has made a career of telling imbeciles what they want to hear. Now he’s sounding off on military snipers.

First of all, it’s a lead-pipe cinch that Moore didn’t have an uncle who was killed by a sniper in World War II. Moore uses the expediency of making crap up in order to bolster his views. Here’s what he said about his uncle by marriage Laverne Wall in the fictional film Roger & Me.

The Flint, Michigan, Sit-Down Strike of December 30, 2023 to February 11, 2024 took place at the General Motors plant. Workers struck in order to have the United Auto Workers (UAW) recognized as the sole representative of GM’s employees.

In 2010 Moore wrote the following in an open letter to White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emmanuel.

No. The UAW was founded in May of 1935, almost two years before Laverne Wall took part in the sit-down strike at GM. Several sources claim that Laverne Wall was either a founder of the UAW or a “major strike organizer.” In reality there’s no mention of Laverne Wall in any of the literature of the UAW.

Until Michael Moore gives me a name, unit, and place and date of death for his (other?) uncle “killed by a sniper,” I’m calling him a liar.

Before moving on to the extremely hazardous duties of snipers, one more point. Moore says snipers aren’t heroes, “And invaders are worse.”

We invaded Europe in World War II. It was done to defeat Nazism. Was that wrong? We invaded the Japanese-held islands in the Pacific, as well as Okinawa. Michael Moore’s understanding of war is that of a fourth grader. I’m shocked that people view him as anything but a corrupt, hypocritical oinker who says whatever his doglike followers want him to say.

On to snipers.

Michael Moore—who knows nothing about military matters—thinks that when snipers shoot someone, everyone around the target just stands there, wringing their hands. What actually happens to snipers is this.

And this.

And this.

No expense is spared in getting a sniper. In the Second Battle of Fallujah (November 7 to December 23, 2023), US troops used the Shoulder-launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon (SMAW) to bring down entire buildings housing only one sniper.

One rocket aimed at the lower corner of the structure would cause the whole thing to collapse.

Massive artillery barrages are used to kill one sniper. And if an armed force lacks the technological advantages of the US military, at the very least another sniper will be sent after the “coward.” All snipers know this.

Gunnery Sergenat Carlos Hathcock was a US Marine Corps sniper in the Vietnam War.

The North Vietnamese put a $30,000 bounty on Hathcock’s head and sent dozens of counter-snipers—including a full platoon—after him. Instead of staying on a fire base, Hathcock and his spotter spent much of their time in the bush. On one mission Hathcock crawled 1500 yards (1372 meters) over a period of four days and three nights, moving so slowly that he was imperceptible.

Hathcock killed a female Viet Cong sniper and interrogator known as “Apache” because she tortured to death American and South Vietnamese prisoners by cutting them with a dagger until they bled to death.

I assume that Michael Moore would be on the side of Apache. There’s no dictatorship savage enough to turn Michael Moore against it. In reality he’s a poseur, a capitalist with a net worth of $50 million and nine massively expensive properties.

Or he was. Who knows how much his ex-wife got? Like all gluttons, Moore fought to keep every penny. He also demanded to know if his ex-wife ever hired private investigators to spy on him. What could he be up to, this man of the people, that he’d be worried about his wife having him followed?

What amazes me about Michael Moore is that his transparent dishonesty doesn’t upset his fans. He was raised in an upper-middle class home in Davison, not Flint, and the family sent all four children to private school. Even better, he makes money off of everything he condemns.

People say Michael Moore hates the United States, but that’s not true. He loves the US, because it allows him to feed his gargantuan appetites, it made him rich and famous, and it got his lovely face on TV.

No, Michael Moore hates something, but it isn’t the US. The cover of his book Dude, Where’s My Country? gives you an insight into what disgusts him.

Off came his colossal double chin and most of the fat on the sides of his face. They may even have used a body double.

Here’s how he looked as a teenager.

The late psychiatrist David Viscott said “Fat is anger.” Since Michael Moore is so superficial, my bet is that his anger is based on the fact that he wasn’t handsome and popular when he was growing up. I’m an expert in self-loathing; though I no longer hate myself, I’m not my biggest fan. The solution was abstracting myself out of existence. It’s sort of like I’m riding along in a machine that I operate with my mind.

“Type, hands! Walk, feet! Eat, mouth!”

But the machine isn’t me.

At my worst, I was never envious of anybody. Did I wish I looked like this?

You betcha! Gary Cooper was blessed in multiple ways. But he died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-nine. I’m fifty-two; I’d like to hang out for another thirty years, just to see what’ll happen.

My story has nothing whatsoever to do with anybody else’s. The fact that my life wasn’t what it should’ve been doesn’t compel me to attack my betters. And don’t kid yourself: Every sniper in the US armed forces is a better person than Michael Moore. He knows it, and that’s what infuriates him. All that money, fame, and adoration didn’t change anything.

This is how he sees himself.

Because that’s how he looks.

At fifty, everyone has the face he deserves.

—George Orwell

All is well.

Update

As always, Michael Moore adds another layer to his cake of lies, which is now so tall that it disappears into the sky.

“I never said one word about Chris Kyle the sniper. I just said that snipers are cowards and aren’t heroes. What’s wrong with you stupid, stupid people anyway?”

Here’s not-stupid.

Life shouldn’t be totally devoted to partisan politics and gaining weight.