Michael Moore’s latest book: Sound and fury, signifying idiocy

There is much more in this book that is beyond flabbergasting. Moore has no compunction demonizing American troops, but he also found room to justify the actions of a terrorist. In one chapter, Moore discusses how he was almost a victim of the notorious Palestinian terrorist Abu Nidal. But don’t blame Nidal, says Moore: He was driven to murder innocent civilians by Israeli settlements!

“We were each just one of the faceless, nameless dozens who were to be hit by his machine gun fire or by a grenade or both, and then, should luck have it, bleed to death in front of the duty-free shop,” he reminisces. “Of course, we weren’t nameless and faceless, and landless, because when you’re landless, there’s no duty-free shops in the refugee camps, no Jamba Juice stand next door made with the oranges that were once yours. You were left to a life where you would bleed to death (though in a much slower way), just like you wanted me to, because you had been written off by the Israelis and by the world as meaningless, insignificant, a nuisance that should just go away.”

We do gain some insight into how Moore views his own documentary film-making. He notes that before he started producing documentaries, the ones he liked best were those “constructed as a movie first and a documentary second, then it would fuck me up in ways that no work of fiction could.”

And Moore notes that while making his first documentary, “Roger and Me,” he “felt no need to fake the sort of ‘objectivity’ that other journalists deceitfully hid behind.”

True to form, Moore’s work clearly demonstrates that he is not objective, though his disdain for deceit doesn’t come through in his flicks.

Reading his book, we also get special insight into just how obnoxious Moore is. It really is off the charts.

Moore was elected to his local school board as a high school student. When he was asked to speak to the students at his high school after he had graduated, Moore says he “used the opportunity to read an expletive-filled poem I wrote about the genocide of Native Americans.”

If you have any respect for yourself, don’t read this book. The best that can be said of “Here Comes Trouble” is that it would make a stellar alternative for the CIA to use in lieu of waterboarding. Given the option, I am sure terrorists would rather endure simulated drowning than be forced to hear how Moore “consoled” himself in bed as a teenager “with the latest issue of the Paris Match.”