The self-proclaimed High Priest of the Church of the Painful Truth is power-walking through Concourse B at an impressive pace for a man limping on a recuperating knee. He's on a scouting mission: Are shops at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport stocking his latest book? Is he curious? In need of an ego boost? "Revenge," he says in a voice Atlantans might recognize as either a jolting cold shower of meanness or an invigorating brew of straight talk on the radio. Neal Boortz is a New York Times best-selling author. So, as Boortz loves to say on air, "Bite me." His literary...