On Monday, the day before the election, Michael Moore posted a rambling series of messages on his website... last minute instructions to "decent conservatives," leftists, Nader voters, non-voters, first-time-voters, blacks, people in non-swing states, etc, etc, etc. This jackass seems to literally believe that everyone is hanging on his every word, waiting to see what he wants each of our demographics to do.

Mike's letter included the following taunts, aimed at the president:

I know it's gotta be rough for you right now. Hey, we've all been there. "You're fired" are two horrible words when put together in that order... Sure, I know what your pollsters told you, that the (Fahrenheit 9/11) had convinced some people to vote you out. I just want you to know that that was not my original intent. Funny things happen at the movies. Hope you get to see a few at the multiplex in Waco. It's a great way to relax.

It's so funny when an arrogant asshole gets his comeuppance. The sad thing is, I'm sure that Moore isn't feeling stupid right now. I'm sure that he's trying to figure out the conspiracy that kept Dubya in the White House and working on a post for his web page to inform us all how we should deal with this horrible abuse of democracy.

He sure was in a tailspin yesterday, by the way. Moore took his camera crews to Florida to document the problems he'd expected at the polls, and, lo and behold, things went very smoothly in the Sunshine State. So Mikey packed up his gear and high-tailed it to Ohio, hoping to rattle some cages there.

OK, let's see. Mikey went to Florida, Bush won Florida. Mikey went to Ohio, Bush won Ohio. Mikey made a movie to get Bush ousted from the White House, Bush was re-elected with a record turnout.

Damn. Thanks, Mike.

If you'll excuse me tooting my own horn a bit, back on June 7, I predicted that Bush would win and that Michael Moore would play a role in Dubya's victory:

I'm going to give the liberals credit and assume that they don't mean to be cozying up to Michael Moore the way they are. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that they're all drunk on their Bush-hatred and suffering from Clinton-withdraw and just aren't thinking clearly. I can't help but imagine them all waking up on the first Wednesday in November, rolling over and seeing Michael Moore in bed with them... really seeing him for the first time... and finally understanding why they were asked to leave early. "Did we really spend the last six months dancing with THAT?" they'll ask themselves while crawling to the toilet.