Glenn had a pretty nasty caller on radio this morning - one who called former KKK member David Duke a hero as part of an anti-Israel and anti-Semitic rant. Yeah, that didn't go over so well with Glenn who was already having a bad day.
The call was clearly off to bad start when the caller, Scott, defended David Duke, Occupy Wall Street, and anti-Semitism in the first minute:
GLENN: Okay. I want to go to Scott in New York who is a ‑‑ who says David Duke is his hero. Well, hello, Scott. Welcome to the program.
CALLER: Good morning, Mr. Beck. How are you?
GLENN: I'm great, sir. How are you?
CALLER: I ‑‑ David Duke is my hero, and I'll tell you why. Because I'd like all your listeners to know that I support the courageous protestors of Occupy Wall Street.
GLENN: I'm sure you do.
CALLER: And I'll tell you why. Because they are fighting against international Jewish capitalism.
Sorry Scott, no way this is going to end well for you.
"I don't shut this guy off. I want you to hear him. I'm not into political correctness. I want you to hear him. Why did I go to Jerusalem? Because of people like Scott here in New York. Because of people like Scott. They want you to hate the Jew. He hates the Jew," Glenn said.
Scott also told Glenn that he wanted the Jews "neutralized" in America and shipped off to Madagascar.
Glenn eventually had enough, quickly dismissing Scott as soon as he finished spouting his horrific rhetoric.
"If he keeps talking like that, people are going to think he's stupid," Stu joked.
"They shouldn't think he's stupid. They should understand he's extraordinarily dangerous," Glenn said.
Glenn, motivated by the disgusting phone call, decided to counter the hate with something more positive - a reading of "The New Colossus":
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea‑washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon‑hand
Glows world‑wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air‑bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" Cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest‑tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
After the poem, Glenn said, "There is only one space. There is only one country. It has been our charge and our duty. I testify to you now that the only reason this country exists is to be a safe haven for those who are not wanted any place else, whether that be a Jew or you. This is the place and the only place on Earth where man can be safe. The minute, the minute we don't defend that with everything in us, we are done. The Lord will have no place for us. This is not about our money. This isn't about our lives. This isn't about our sacred honor. This is about our sacred duty. What part of the symbol of the Statue of Liberty do we not understand? It is to represent the covenant, the covenant that we have, the opportunity that God and this land will provide. Not for you. Not for me. But for those who have been rejected everywhere on Earth. Watch them. See what they can do. Welcome them. You come in the front door."
"So many people will say, 'Well, what about all the people who come across our borders?' I have said this since I started talking about the border. The golden door is enormous. But it is a door. You come in the front door. Anyone who tries to make that door smaller does not understand. But anyone who says you can come in through a window also does not understand. Her flame represents imprisoned lightning. Her mild eyes command. She represents the guardian of the golden door, the beacon. Come here. No one else wants you. Come here. But she also represents a sentinel. Back off. I will protect. Statue is not a statue. All of our American symbols have been bastardized. You only make a statue of someone that large because the idea she represents is larger. And real. But the minute we forget, the minute we twist, the minute we close our eyes, the broken chains at her feet become meaningless and in the eyes of God, so do we."