  Two of my favorite past times (Books and Bush-bashing) have combined in a horrible and unforseen way. Ray Bradbury is offended and pissed off about Michael Moore using the title of his classic novel for his movie Farenheit 9/11. And rightly so. Bradbury had contacted Moore's people six months ago, but no one had called the 80-something year old genius back.
So fuck Moore. I agree with Ray, change the name. That's all that he wants, no litigation, just to "settle it like gentlemen," according to Bradbury. Moore needs to get his head out of his huge ass every once in a while to ask peoples' permission. I'm annoyed because I liked the name, loved the novel, and was really excited about the movie. Once again I'm forced to separate the art from the artist. 
