In the city rabid attention seekers say is the closest thing America has to Afghanistan, Barb Bechard was dishing up breaded pork chops at a Catholic church.
This was Saturday, Nov. 22, on the east side of Dearborn. Farther west, a crew of agitators had rumbled down Michigan Avenue a few days earlier barking about sharia law while their leader slapped a Quran with a package of bacon, which is so absurdly inflammatory I don’t even have a joke for it.
Next, he harangued the city council about “the Islamification of Europe” and the decline of the white population, both of which strike me as outside the purview of anyone in the room…