Say what you want about a/v pundit Michael Moore,
his brilliance precedes him in mythical proporations.
his brilliance precedes him in mythical proporations.
I haven't put a lot of legwork into this yet, and I feel
vulnerable saying this out loud, because it very well
could get YOU your masters or PHD before I even get my
own bachelors degree, but here's a short quick comp&cont
between Michael Moore and Jean-Baptiste Poquelin Moliere.
Moliere family upholstered chairs, Moore once ripped his pants.
Moliere's family are French, Moore always gets fries with that.
Born Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, Moore was born catholic.
Many parallels to Shakespeare, Moore was just as verbose as the Unibomber.
Thorn in the side of kings and popes.
Rupert Murdoch and Michael Eisner worry constantly as Moore writes!
"Le Tartuffe" almost got Moliere beheaded.
Weinsteins/Disney deal on "Fahrenheit 9/11" very hard fought.
So as you see, Moliere may have died the physical death back in the 17th
century but his vibe lives on in the orchestra pit somewhere as that
labor-oriented guy eating leftover hotdogs and typing on a used oliveti
manual typewriter keypad building his scenes and characters in ALLCAPS
as we speak.
Meanwhile Prime Ministers and Popes alike look over their shoulder
wondering aloud, "Moore talkin about me or that other guy?"
vulnerable saying this out loud, because it very well
could get YOU your masters or PHD before I even get my
own bachelors degree, but here's a short quick comp&cont
between Michael Moore and Jean-Baptiste Poquelin Moliere.
Moliere family upholstered chairs, Moore once ripped his pants.
Moliere's family are French, Moore always gets fries with that.
Born Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, Moore was born catholic.
Many parallels to Shakespeare, Moore was just as verbose as the Unibomber.
Thorn in the side of kings and popes.
Rupert Murdoch and Michael Eisner worry constantly as Moore writes!
"Le Tartuffe" almost got Moliere beheaded.
Weinsteins/Disney deal on "Fahrenheit 9/11" very hard fought.
So as you see, Moliere may have died the physical death back in the 17th
century but his vibe lives on in the orchestra pit somewhere as that
labor-oriented guy eating leftover hotdogs and typing on a used oliveti
manual typewriter keypad building his scenes and characters in ALLCAPS
as we speak.
Meanwhile Prime Ministers and Popes alike look over their shoulder
wondering aloud, "Moore talkin about me or that other guy?"
