Last night I happened to wander into a book-signing at The Poisoned Pen by Glenn Beck’s favorite novelist, the racist, Muslim-hating Brad Thor.
The
place was packed. I haven’t seen so many white supremacists in one
place since I witnessed a Ku Klux Klan rally in Tennessee.
I
thought about asking him to sign a copy of Mein Kampf, but the store
didn’t have it, so I grabbed a copy of The Perfect Nazi, a biography of
an S.S. member by his grandson, and then got in line.
It was a
long line. As I waited, a guy standing behind me talked about how sick
of Obama he felt. “I’m just niggered-out,” he said.
Another of
Thor’s fans was in the final year of training as a nurse. Thor told her,
“Don’t go to Uganda. Ebola has broken out there.”
When I reached Thor, he gave me a big smile, which disappeared when I handed him the book. “What’s this?” he said.
“I thought it was a biography of you,” I said. “Will you sign it for me?”
“I don’t know what your deal is, pal,” he said.
“Would you sign it, ‘To Adolf’?” I said. “No? Oh, okay. Thanks anyway.”
I
left immediately after this, and later heard that Thor’s security
people tried to get staff at the store to tell them my name.
Commendably, they refused.
