The Order of the Knave
In its weekly
Nobles and Knaves awards, the Washington Times gives the latter distinction to the Ku Klux Klan's favorite humorist, Michael Moore:
Knave: Michael Moore, for his despicable assault on America's icons of the war against terrorism, the heroes of Flight 93.
We may never know who, or how many, they saved there — high above America aboard a hijacked airliner on September 11. But we will always remember what they did there. We can never forget the heroics of Jeremy Glick, Edward Felt, Mark Bingham, Todd Beamer and the rest of passengers, who died while attempting to wrest control of the plane from their captors.
Just don't tell sulfurous showman Michael Moore, to whom they were not just stupid white men, but rather cowards. In the account of columnist Yasmin Alibhai-Brown in London's Independent, Mr. Moore "went into a rant about how the passengers were scaredy-cats because they were mostly white. If the passengers had included black men, he claimed, those killers, with their puny bodies and unimpressive small knives, would have been crushed by the dudes."
Mr. Moore fancies himself a humorist, but his rant at a London club was at best repugnant — at worst, racist. There's no justification for such an outrageous and unpatriotic outburst. One would think Mr. Moore might show a crumb or two of gratitude towards his native land — after all, he's amassed a fortune estimated at $20 million from his freedom to attack American institutions and icons.
Instead, he's used his cinematographic pulpit to bluster, bully and bludgeon. His next project is a diatribe on America's patriotism since September 11 titled "Fahrenheit 9-11: The Temperature At Which Freedom Burns." Stay tuned — with a flamethrower.
