I have to say, it chapped my hide this weekend when I heard about Ray Bradbury's demand that Michael Moore rename "Farenheit 9/11." A reader of Bartcop, who is far wittier than I, noted (along with this post's title), Bradbury could also be sued
"...by William Butler Yeats for "Golden Apples of the Sun."
Or so he would be, if they were alive and his bitter-old-fart logic prevailed.
What a stupid old prick he's become. He should be grateful that,
like Bradbury, Moore only steals from the best.
Amen, K.Hyde from Pittsburgh. I'd like to also add another Bradbury work to the litigation on behalf of Charles Dickens: A Graveyard for Lunatics: Another Tale of Two Cities.
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