What did you expect? Really.
You named your child after the most infamous monster in recent history. You drove around your beat up car with swastikas at one time.
And then you tried to make a spectacle of the fact a grocery wouldn't make your son a cake. And you and I both know it was all for publicity. I mean, when was the last time you saw a cake with someone's full name on it? "Happy Birthday, Adolf" would have been fine. They would have baked your precious one his birthday cake. But that's not what your ulterior motive was, was it? 15 minutes and a possible lawsuit, so you can keep living the dream of collecting unemployment and laying around on your lazy, demented ass.
Maybe this will wake your ass up and you might come to the realization that a serious life change is in order. I don't think so, though. People like you don't change. You go on blaming others for your misfortune. But who's to blame here?