TF6S and the Fat Man

So, I ran into Michael Moore this morning and we shared a glazed, chili-dog, jelly-donut while discussing current events at a cafe in North Beach. We had this conversation:

Me: Hey Mike, how do you feel about this article in the Telegraph that states that the Taliban's will is broken and that a captured, senior-Taliban leader is working with the new government, and the Americans, to negotiate their surrender?

Mike:

Me: Wake up, Sleepy! Or was that Dopey? Now go read that above paragraph again.

Mike: Really? Oh shit.

Me: I mean, you dedicated your movie Fahrenheit 9/11 to the troops that fought in that "forgotten war." I thought you would be happy to know that things are going really well.

Mike: I'm so depressed. Do you know what this is going to do my name in this town?

Me: Aw man, don't be so hard on yourself. It's not like anyone actually believed that you cared in the first place.

UPDATE: Well, the bigger they are, the harder they fall...or something like that.