When Charlton Heston passed away a few weeks back, I couldn’t help but think of Michael Moore’s attack on him in Bowling for Columbine.
Besides being blindsided, Heston was also obviously slowed by advanced age and diminished wit. Moore posed as a National Rifle Association aficionado and then jumped him about gun deaths in America.

Unable to defend himself, Heston patted Moore’s shoulder and trudged pitifully away. Moore may have scored some zingers for gun control, but he looked like a bully.
I know Heston had boasted that gun control proponents would have to pry his weapons from his cold dead hands. He also stumped for global-warming scoffers. In recent years, he was often on the wrong side of things, but he deserved better than for Moore’s attack to be our last big-screen memory of him.

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