Andrew Sullivan put out a call to bloggers world wide to get hold of a script for Farenheit 9/11 and start fisking it.

But since that relies on people to go into the theaters, make boot-leg tape recordings and then transcribe them by hand, it might be faster just to read Michael Moore Is A Big Fat Stupid White Man.

The book, which briefly yesterday ran as high as the Number 3 best seller on Amazon.com, is a 207-page royal fisking of Moore, who the authors describe as the maker of "crockumentaries." (It also comes with more than 30 pages of notes backing up their research.)

Anyone who can read the book, and still come away with a single iota of respect for the former GM auto worker (he worked at the auto maker for one day) and native of Davison, Michigan (Moore never actually lived in Flint when he grew up), would need to be in full-blown denial about the man.

Write David T. Hardy and Jason Clarke, the book's authors, in a letter to Moore:

Remember that cardboard cutout of Saddam you used to cart around with you to book signings in order to lampoon our Armed Forces for not having located the former Iraqi president? Well, Mike, now that Saddam's in an undisclosed location of our country's choosing, it'd be nice to apologize to those young men and women and thank them for a job well done.

Matt Margolis, who supports President Bush's re-election, read the book and came to this conclusion:

This book is a must read for Moore-haters, but more importantly for Moore-lovers.

If only they'd read it.

Page after page, paragraph after paragraph, the book explains how Moore has intentionally manipulated quotes - through film editing - to make his subjects appear to make statements they never make. Or appear to say them in ways they never said them. At times they never said them. It's a case study in dishonesty of a man who lacks the slightest bit of integrity.

The authors describe a narcissist who lies about himself to make himself look better, or more down-to-earth, or an underdog - when he's really a multi-millionaire Manhattan bully who steers as far away from the truth as he needs to make his point.

Moore's supporters explain away the many misstatements of facts in his films and books by saying that it's simply a man using poetic license to reveal a larger truth. He's more like a cartoonist with a camera. Here's the thing: These same folks demand nothing but the absolute truth from their political opponents - so much so that they used 16 truthful words in President Bush's 2003 State of the Union address in an effort to paralyze his presidency.

(Even if those 16 words are looking more and more like an even scarier truth every day.)

Those who support Moore allow him as much "poetic license" as he needs to rake their political opponents over the coals. But many of those same supporters demand a DNA-stained dress as iron-clad proof to back up any arguments ever made by the other side. And when they're shown the dress, they change the subject and raise their voices. There is no debate any more. It's all yelling and bad celluloid splices.

The book is well-written, funny, fast-paced and full of information. It's timing was better than anything Richard Clarke could have ever imagined. It's a top seller even though it hasn't been profiled on "60 Minutes," "CNN," or in countless wire stories. And, unfortunately, none of Michael Moore's supporters will likely ever read it.