Michael Moore

You’d think the corporate-HQ-storming antics depicted in Michael Moore’s breakout feature Roger & Me (and his too-short-lived TV Nation) would be enjoying a full-on revival in this heyday for reality–TV and Enronic corporate America. But no—this relentless agitator’s most regular exposure comes by way of his much-forwarded Internet missives in the wake of 9/11. (The January installment was a call for the president’s resignation, calling Bush a “complicit accessory” in the Enron hoo-hah and casually referring to the veep as “Big Dick.”) Just in time for the recession, Moore is on the road to promote his new book, Stupid White Men and Other Sorry Excuses for the State of the Nation, which promises a fresh supply of wry proletarian rants. The Twin Cities’ mix of passive-aggressive MPR liberals, corn-fed Republican wonks, and carob-munching greenies usually makes for some healthy debate over Moore’s watchdogging and stick-it-to-the-man reflexes, but more often than not, he’s preaching to the choir. Still, his folksy mix of hot-button lefty rhetoric always entertains. More than that, Moore is one of the few liberal pundits with a detectable sense of humor and that in itself is worth the price of admission ($5). In fact, we’d gladly trade away Mark Dayton and the next five seasons of A Prairie Home Companion for more. Where do we sign?