Inside the Weird Inner Workings of Michael Moore's Mind

Via Memeorandum
A scary place I will admit.  Somewhere in the cobwebs Moore thinks himself a suitable replacement for Rahm as Chief of Staff in the White House.  Wait, it just gets weirder from here.  Moore envisions whipping Obama into shape too:

Now, don't get too giddy with excitement over my offer, because you and I are going to be up at 5 in the morning, seven days a week and I am going to get you pumped up for battle every single day (see photo). Each morning you and I will do 100 jumping jacks and you will repeat after me:

"THE AMERICAN PEOPLE ELECTED ME, NOT THE REPUBLICANS, TO RUN THE COUNTRY! I AM IN CHARGE! I WILL ORDER ALL OBSTRUCTIONISTS OUTTA MY WAY! IF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE DON'T LIKE WHAT I'M DOING THEY CAN THROW MY ASS OUT IN 2012. IN THE MEANTIME, I CALL THE SHOTS ON THEIR BEHALF! NOW, CONGRESS, DROP AND GIVE ME 50!!"

 When was the last time Moore did 100 jumping jacks?  When has he done one?   The people elected Obama  and gave the Republicans not enough votes to stop anything.  Better get after the Democrat obstructionists who were hesitant to pass legislation the American people hate.  Moore will ignore the polls showing how unpopular health care is, however, and instead picks the polls he likes to make his case.  Maybe he gets the politician thing after all.  Still, this is quite an image:

Then we will put on our jogging sweats and run up to Capitol Hill. We will take names, kick butts, and then take some more names. If we have to give a few noogies or half-nelson's, then so be it. In our pockets we will have a piece of paper to show the pansy Dems just how much they won by in 2008 -- and the poll results that show the majority of Americans oppose the Afghanistan and Iraq wars and want the bankers punished. Like drill sergeants, we will get right up in their faces and ask them, "WHAT PART OF THE PUBLIC MANDATE DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, SOLDIER?!! DROP AND GIVE ME 50!"

The rest of the letter is just a long walk through the remote places in Moore's strange mind.  Be sure to wear a HazMat suit if you wish to explore the rest.  Not surprisingly the HuffPo commenters seem not to need the HazMat suit  and understand his rantings completely.  They love him.