Michael Moore -- Reliably, Certifiably Wrong. Always.

So here we are at the deathbed of General Motors. The company's body not yet cold, and I find myself filled with -- dare I say it -- joy.

-- Moore's blog post today, Monday, June 1, 2009

It is not the joy of revenge against a corporation that ruined my hometown and brought misery, divorce, alcoholism, homelessness, physical and mental debilitation, and drug addiction to the people I grew up with. Nor do I, obviously, claim any joy in knowing that 21,000 more GM workers will be told that they, too, are without a job. But you and I and the rest of America now own a car company! I know, I know -- who on earth wants to run a car company? Who among us wants $50 billion of our tax dollars thrown down the rat hole of still trying to save GM? Let's be clear about this: The only way to save GM is to kill GM.

Michael missed his calling.

He could've fought in Vietnam where villages were burned to save them.

Moore's got a few more off-the-reservation suggestions to make to President Obama, et al.

But there's only so much insanity a guy can take on a Monday.