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Which, of course, they'll never rerun.
These are only a few examples, a few pearls dredged from the vast oyster bed feeding
off the effluent flowing from the sewer of right-wing dishonesty.
This book is not intended to be the definitive account of Bill O'Reilly's lies and obnoxious
behavior. Inevitably, when this book comes out, Bill will employ one of his standard
gambits, one which has a certain crude effectiveness. He will say, "Is that all you got, Al?
After six and a half years on the air, all you can find is my mistaking a Polk I didn't win for
two Peabodys that never existed and then falsely accused a journalist of lying about it; that I
physically intimidated your book publicist; that I freaked out about the splotchy photo; that I
compared the Koran to Mein Kampf and then lied about it; that I lied about where I grew up;
that I lied about my party affiliation; that I gave phony numbers on welfare moms, black university
enrollment in Florida, and foreign aid; that I had no idea how Congress works; and
that I threatened to shoot you between the head? Is that all you got, Al? Is that all you got?"
Well, no. Since you ask, there's also the fact that, every once in a while, you display
such a depraved indifference to ordinary standards of decent behavior that it makes me wonder
if I really was in danger there on the stage of BookExpo America.
On February 4, 2003, O'Reilly interviewed Jeremy Glick, whose father, a Port Authority
worker, died in the World Trade Center attack. Glick had signed an advertisement opposing
the war in Iraq, and O'Reilly invited him on the show to explain himself, which he did
modestly and eloquently. Until, that is, O'Reilly cut him off.
O'REILLY: I don't want to debate world politics with you.
GLICK: Well, why not? This is about world politics.
O'REILLY: Because, number one, I don't care what you think.
A little while later, O'Reilly told Glick to "shut up, shut up!" When Glick tried to explain
his point, O'Reilly told his engineer: "Cut his mic. I'm not going to dress you down
anymore out of respect for your father."
Once the microphones and cameras were off, Glick later told Harper's magazine,
O'Reilly sent him on his way with some words of fatherly advice: "Get out of my studio before
I tear you to fucking pieces!"