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But according to this interview, Ann Coulter was a Dead Head.
Besides the idea that she accidentally took LSD, this is the craziest thing in the interview:"Hunt: Yeah, but you don’t know her; maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. I sure thought I did right then.. Um, as a gentleman, I shouldn’t say this, but she’s a public figure and the stink she raised over the whole Lewinsky thing, I think that people should know.
Crapshoot: Go on. I thought she was going to have a coronary, the way she talked about a blow job in the Oval Office, like Monica was Mata Hari or something.
Hunt: Right? Only, she wasn’t always like that. You know, we kind of snuggled up there, and pretty soon we were petting and then, one thing leading to another, she was giving me head right there in the Philadelphia Spectrum.
Crapshoot: NO!
Hunt: Yeah, dude. And, tell you what, it felt good. To this day I can’t hear that song without seeing Ann Coulter’s lips around my cock. (sings) "Row, Jimmy, Row…." |
Wow. How about this?"After we left the arena, it just got weirder. She started going on about how the Dead were really conservatives in liberal’s clothing, talking about the money they made….
Crapshoot: They surely made a lot of money.
Hunt: Yeah, fair enough, but they played "Desolation Row" that night, right?
Crapshoot: The Dylan tune. From Highway 61. Hunt: Yup, that’s the one. She started on this tirade about how the lyrics were pro-capital punishment and anti-immigration?
Crapshoot: Come again?
Hunt: Yeah, she deconstructed the first line: "They’re Selling Postcards of the Hanging…."
Crapshoot: "....They’re Painting the Passports Brown.” That’s a pretty literal interpretation.
Hunt: No one has ever accused her of subtlety. And that was the end of the road for me. I figured, I saw her up, I saw her down. I’m out. |
Oh, and here's the part where she unknowingly drinks OJ laced with LSD:"The two of us had this half-gallon bottle of orange juice we used to share, right? Only, you know, it was Electric orange juice. We could dose discretely by drinking this OJ laced with LSD.
Crapshoot: Talk about Orange Sunshine!
Hunt: Yeah, huh? Only, I think it was Gooney Bird on that tour, but same thing. So we get back from our pretend little errand—it was funny, too, because we’d be throwing the Frisbee right there in front of the car and she never took account of the disconnect—but we come back and Ann’s taking a pretty good chug out of our bottle of OJ.
Crapshoot: Oh, shit.
Hunt: Yeah, huh? And I’m flying by then. So I say, ‘Hey, Ann, that’s our juice. I thought you were against Communism.’ You know, trying to keep it light but thinking ‘What the fuck am I going to do when this Young American for Freedom starts losing her ego and shit’ and also kind of thinking, ‘Hmm, maybe this could be cool if I finesse this right.’ |
Well, there you have it folks. No idea if it's true, but if it is, I think it's the funniest thing I've ever read.
UPDATE: Eh, it looks like it's satire, and wasn't intended to be taken seriously.
If anyone really needs proof ... no Dead show at the Philadelphia Spectrum began with "Promised Land" and contained all the songs listed. See here.
The only obvious match from Google for "Hunt Industries" and "Haverford" is this interview . . .
"Haverford, Connecticut"? There is no such place, as far as I can tell.
However, it's a damn funny story.
UPDATE AGAIN: I wrote the author of the article a letter. To my dismay (but not to my surprise) "George,
You are right, it's a satire. It is, however, true that Ann Coulter is a fan of the Dead and has seen them multiple times, which creeps me out to even think about. Anyway, glad to hear you thought it was funny.
Ted |
Well, there you go.
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