What the hell is wrong with O’Reilly?

Via MediaMatters, O’Reilly has decided to offer San Francisco to Al Qaeda, since San Franciscans passed a ballot measure urging public high schools and colleges to prohibit on-campus military recruiting:

From the November 8 broadcast of Fox News' The Radio Factor with Bill O'Reilly:

O'REILLY: Hey, you know, if you want to ban military recruiting, fine, but I'm not going to give you another nickel of federal money. You know, if I'm the president of the United States, I walk right into Union Square, I set up my little presidential podium, and I say, "Listen, citizens of San Francisco, if you vote against military recruiting, you're not going to get another nickel in federal funds. Fine. You want to be your own country? Go right ahead."

And if Al Qaeda comes in here and blows you up, we're not going to do anything about it. We're going to say, look, every other place in America is off limits to you, except San Francisco. You want to blow up the Coit Tower? Go ahead.

The 210-foot Coit Tower was dedicated in 1933 and contains a museum and murals that depict working life in 1930s California.

Good grief, what a bloviating buffoon. It’s no wonder he hates MediaMatters and the blogosphere so much, since they’ve exponentially increased awareness of the insane spewage that comprises his radio show. He says all the really wacky shit there; the constant circulation of transcripts from his radio program undermine the (dubious) pretense of moderation he uses on his television show. And he’s such a sneaky, lying turd that he’ll rebut items that reference his radio transcripts with footage of his television show. I get the feeling he likes to have his little radio outpost of extremism that doesn’t get tons of attention while he parades himself, even if unconvincingly, as Mr. Pragmatic Everyman on the telly every night.

Wasn’t he talking about retiring soon? When can we expect that, exactly?

And by the way, the mere extension of a hypothetical in which he is president is practically enough to turn my office into a vomitorium.

(Crossposted at Ezra's place.)