In his online diary, under the headline Police Raid, Shut Down My Booksigning in San Diego, the rotund Mr. Moore claims that the jackbooted thugs from the San Diego Police shut down his booksigning. Indeed, he “could not believe that, of all I have done, all I have stood for over the years, that it has come down to this – and I was about to be hauled away for autographing books!”
And apparently the San Diego police did everything short of goose-stepping. According to Moore’s description, the “San Diego police are coming down the aisle, their large flashlights out (the auditorium lights are still on, so we all understand the implied “other” use of these instruments).”
Oh, what a terrible, scary night for progressivism! What a dreadful portent of doom for the first amendment! Truly, we are all but one step away from the blackness of a totalitarian nightmare!
One problem: it didn’t happen that way.
According to this article, at 11:15 Moore was asked to leave by a janitor. Why? Because the book signing was only to run until 11:00. The janitor politely asked Mr. Moore to wrap things up, or, in the alternative, to move the book signing outside.
Moore refused. So much for looking out for the “little guy.” Apparently Moore didn’t care about this fellow going home to his family, or that he might want to get some rest after a long day.
Anyway, after getting nowhere with Moore, the janitor called the cops.
Oh, and those flashlights – there to violently break up the unruly mob? Uh-uh. While the lights may have been on inside, it was dark outside, and witnessess indicate the flashllights were just used for illumination, not for cracking skulls.
Well, you might ask, how many of San Diego’s finest did they send? Did they try to intimidate the crowd with a massive LEO presence? Nope. Total officers answering the call: two.
Well, maybe this columnist is a rabid conservative out to discredit Moore! Well, nope. Moore’s own fans, some of whom were in attendance, confirm the columnists version of the story (this is where I got the “two cops” figure). The true course of events is also confirmed by fans posting on Moore’s message boards.
So, to sum up: Moore took a polite request to do what he was obligated to do and tried to stir it up into an example of fascism in America. Oh, and he took a proverbial piss on the working man in the process.
Fuck you, Mr. Moore, fuck you and the shit-encrusted lint trap you call a brain and all the hypocritical sanctimonious bullshit you’ve been spewing forth since the tragic day you realized camcorders could be used for more than peeping on your sister in the shower. May the ghost of every Soviet dissident sent to die in a gulag piss down your throat. May the tanks of Tiananmen Square run straight up your ass. May every descendant of Galileo kick you squarely in the pills. Because you, sir, have no idea what real censorship, you fucking baboon, and your outright lying about shit like this does an absolute disservice to those who have truly suffered for their ideals.