Gratifying, notwithstanding my disdain for the man. There’s something magical about a fat putdown when it’s enlisted to make an actual political point, isn’t there? It’s one of the reasons Michael Moore remains such a, er, large target on the right: his call to share the wealth never seems to reach as far as his own Ho-Ho’s. FYI, if the crowd seems a little agitated here, but that’s because there are no Truthers in the audience. It’s from 1988, when the modern Cult of Paul was still just a gleam in its daddy’s eye.

Don’t ask me where I found the clip. You already know.