We swear, this guy is one step away from strapping road flares to his chest.

Now, it's increasingly difficult for us to explain the conceptual art that is Michael Savage's work. Its genius lies in its demented complexity. But according to Bay City News (via CBS 5), Savage recently "sued the Council on American-Islamic Relations in federal court in San Francisco Monday over the group's use of his words on its Web site." Apparently, they used one of his many hateful yet poetic and loud crazy-man diatribes about Islam on their site. Savage says he was taken out of context, but Ibrahim Hooper, an American-Islamic Relations spokesman, said that the his lawsuit "seems to be a legal and rhetorical rant" (heh) as well as "one of the most vicious attacks on the faith of Islam that I've heard in more than 20 years of anti-discrimination work."

Well, we really don't know what to say about Savage's fit about how others should use his words (especially since his own critical thinking skills are famously dull.) Except: oh you, Michael. You just go on keeping it real. Mighty real. Mighty crazy real.

Read more about it here.

Today, Hate Hurts America (chortle) and the Interfaith Coalition announced that WalMart and AT&T either stopped advertising or now refuse to place ads on Michael Savage's "Savage Nation" program, joining a list of advertisers that have shunned the talk show host. (AutoZone, Citrix, TrustedID, JC Penney, and OfficeMax have also pulled their advertising.) Why? Because Michael Savage is a big ol;' meanie , crusher of warm fuzzies, and wisher of AIDS upon you sodomites. That's why.

But in a strange twist, WalMart's and AT&T's ad withdrawals have inadvertently rendered Sir Savage Nation a little less savage. A little more, dare we say, Green. Unwillingly, Savage has returned a wee bit closer to his left-leaning roots. He's proving to be the epitome of San Francisco by having limited corporate/big-box advertisers. Way to go, Savage! Dolores Park picnic together this Sunday? You bring the homeopathic meds and grass, we'll bring the organic pears and goat feta.

Springing forth from SF's thigh, a new power couple is born: Savage Jew.

Wednesday, Ed Jew appeared on hyperbolic grandpa/genius performance artist Michael Savage's show, The Savage Nation.

Jew discussed why left-leaning views also deserve First Amendment protection and his decision to vote against Sandoval's proposed resolution to get Savage to use his inside voice. Along with his attorney Steven Gruel, Jew also blathered on about his own legal woes. (Maybe you've heard about them?)

Naturally, steam shot out of Sandoval's ears after hearing word that Jew went on Savage's show, saying that Jew "seems to be oblivious to a lot of things going on around him." Dude, totally.

On Monday, Jew will announce his plea on the nine felony counts brought against him, or drive while Vicodin swims through his veins, or slap a meter maid, or...who knows he'll do next!

On July 5, after Savage predictably asked that students undergoing a weeklong fast for immigration reform (and, bonus, to slim down a few sizes) "fast until they starve to death," Sandoval went into action/wasted tax payers' time. But it looks like free speech reared its vile head again, according to Jew, who shot it down.

Curses again, First Amendment, you rat bastard.

Anyway, today, for some reason, "community organizations and immigrant rights groups have scheduled a vigil to take place in front of the KNEW station offices in San Francisco, urging the termination of Michael Savage’s show." So, bring your favorite pitchfork and Bic those torches, kids.

Also, is it true that Savage hangs out in North Beach, screaming at Lawrence Ferlinghetti and other formerly-famous passersby? Is there footage of this ranting available? Because we'd pay loads for such nuttiness. See, our former, cherished roommate used to listen to Savage for kicks during dinner hour, and the talk show host came across like the Bambi Lake of North Beach. He sounds like he might be one crazy-entertaining brunch guest, someone with whom we'd just love to go to Lime.

Well, maybe if he didn't wish AIDS upon us, that is.