Arrest made at Coulter speech (Austin, Texas)

Incessant heckling and shouting culminated in an arrest Tuesday night during a speech by Ann Coulter, an extreme right-wing pundit, at the Lyndon Baines Johnson Library and Museum.

Shouts became so pervasive during the question-and-answer session that Coulter informed the organizers she would no longer take questions if the hecklers were not silenced. For a time, the shouts were considerably lessened, until the issue of gay marriage was broached.

Coulter said she supported the definition of marriage as between a man and a woman on the basis that a good woman civilizes and inspires a man to strive for something better, leading to a question that was met with a stunned silence.

"You say that you believe in the sanctity of marriage," said Ajai Raj, an English sophomore. "How do you feel about marriages where the man does nothing but f--- his wife up the ass?"

UT Police officers approached Raj to arrest him, resulting in a mass exodus of protesters chanting, "Let him go."

"The person had been disruptive the entire event," said Matt Hardigree, former Student Events Center president. "He took the opportunity to say something lewd and offensive and then made masturbatory gestures as he exited."

Hardigree said that Cheryl Wood from the Office of the Dean of Students spoke with some of the protestors before the event, and assorted members of the Distinguished Speakers Committee asked them to sit in the back if they had signs and to leave quietly if they wanted to leave.

According to Jeffrey Stockerwell, a friend of Raj, officers violently seized Raj and illegally searched him after his question.

Representatives of the Austin People's Legal Collective were taking statements from everyone at the scene, in case it should be taken to court.

Before the speech began, the International Socialist Organization protested outside of the library, with about 12 people holding up signs with slogans such as "Racist, sexist, anti-gay, right-wing bigot go away" and "Stop the new McCarthyism."

The booing began early into Coulter's speech, when she issued a joke to pro-choice advocates.

"I wonder why those 'I Heart Partial-Birth Abortion' T-shirts aren't selling better," she said, followed by a combination of cheers and jeers.

Coulter went on to decry the conservative media bias she said liberals complain of, and she challenged the undemocratic actions of liberals with respect to Iraq and to the judiciary.

"They're always trying to act like they're oppressed," she said. "So let's do it. Let's oppress them."

One student asked Coulter why universities and institutions place microphones in front of Coulter when she advocates terrorism against liberals, prompting Coulter to mention the strength of her book sales. Coulter has had four New York Times best sellers.

The $30,000 event was co-sponsored by the Texas Union Student Events Center and Student Endowed Centennial Lectureship Committee.

Police report ala SmokinGun

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0504051_ann_coulter_1.html

MAY 5--Months after members of "Al Pieda" disrupted a campus speech by Ann Coulter, another appearance by the controversial conservative commentator has been disrupted by a protester. During a speech last night at the University of Texas in Austin, a 19-year-old UT student was busted after asking Coulter a lewd question, which he followed up with equally inappropriate hand gestures, according to the below police affidavit. The student, Ajai Raj, was arrested by campus police and hit with a misdemeanor disorderly conduct charge. The police affidavit notes that Coulter's lecture was attended by "several children under the age of ten," which probably made them particularly sensitive when Raj queried Coulter about the sexual proclivities of certain right-leaning men. (1 page)

I really get a chuckle out of these International Socialist & Mass Murder Apologists.

You know, as much crap as libertarian conservatives take, sometimes it pays off in spades. For instance, one of my friends is the president of the Campus Libertarian group for a local college. The libertarians and the Campus Republican group co-sponsored an event with David Horowitz a couple of years ago, right at the height of his national tour where campus lefties nationwide were protesting him, burning student newspapers, etc etc.

Well of course the Socialist, Green, filthy, putrid stinking hippies turned out in force to protest him, lining the hallways with their pro-commie literature booths, etc etc. For fun I got a few of my libertarian friends to go down to the campus and check it out.

These commies are out there hawking books on anarchy and socialist philosophy, and there is this one guy who I always run into at local political events who is an avid "socialist organizer" or whatever. He's probably 40-ish and we get into it all the time at these events. It seems he always has 2 or 3 new commie recruit kids hanging out with him, trying to hawk their socialist workers rag for $2.

So I go up to the kid and ask for one of the newspapers, knowing that he's going to want to charge me $2 for it. Heh Heh Heh... so I'm heckling him and telling him that a true socialist would give away the newspaper, telling him that he was a "filthy capitalist pigdog!" and saying other funny left-wing moronic rants at him. Well so this group of 2 or 3 black-clad anarchist come over to my friend and I, like they are looking for a fight or something.

Which is when my friend and I took off our jackets to let them know we mean business. The only problem is that I'm a heavily tattooed punk rockerand my friend is about 6-2" and an old-school 1980s anti-racist skinhead from Cleveland (also heavily tattooed). As soon as they checked out all of our tattoos and saw that if they wanted a fight that they could have one, they decided they didn't want to risk getting their black-clad anarchist asses handed to them in a sling.

These cocaine-sniffing trust fund hippie douchebags and their black-masked anarchist cohorts (sorry but I *really* hate these guys) are all talk but only start sh!t when they vastly outnumber the competition. For instance, look at the Protest Warrior videos where 20 black-masked anarchist will gang up on 5 Protest Warriors. None will dare show their face, they won't debate you, they just shout "NAZI!" (ironic, isn't it?) and push you around when they vastly outnumber you.

Which is why socialists have always disarmed their victims before committing various acts of mass murder. Because deep down, they are nothing but wimps, with no rational thinking power and nothing but a mob mentality.

http://www.partycampus.com/article.php?id=231

Busted
By: Ajai Raj 04.18.2005
Let me begin by saying I had a pretty restful spring break. Nothing exciting- funds were low all around, and no one I knew could afford a road trip, so I went back home, hung around my house wearing boxers and aviator sunglasses, and smoked joints in the backyard. I hung out with a few old friends, and come Friday night, I headed back to Austin where I looked forward to a night of mid-grade revelry and sleeping in my dorm bed.

The Pigfucking Establishment had other plans. My roommate and I were awakened at 3 A.M. by two grinning Austin Police Department officers and a greasy-haired fat f*ck of an RA who gets his jollies by hanging around with his thumb in his ass until he smells marijuana so he can inform the Justice League in exchange for a free raffle ticket. No shit— as the cops cuffed me for having an ounce of grass, this f*cker got a chance to win a free microwave. Or to suck off a sheriff, as far as I know or care.

I would go on at length about the bust, but let’s suffice it to say that I was too tired to think, and thinking is essential to prevent arrest. This will not happen again. On my way out, I passed by my friends Jeff and Nick. This proved fortunate down the line.

I was led in handcuffs into a waiting room full of crazy yelling degenerates, wife beaters, whores, thieves, and contemptible crying cunts whose lives were obviously over because they had been led to a police station. Over the next several hours, my clothes were taken from me and replaced with black-and-white striped pajamas, my balls were fondled by leering criminals posing as representatives of justice, and I got the opportunity to sleep in awkward positions in several exciting locales. I was told I would wait for a short while to move on to the next stage of the process, and then made to sit around for hours while eavesdropping on conversations about armed robberies and vehicular assaults.

When me and the motley members of my cell block were led in front of a judge, I learned that, according to our “justice” system, a straight-A college kid holding a bag of weed is as bad a criminal as a guy who beats his wife and kid. I learned that in Texas, a cop can decide to arrest you for no reason at all and you can sit in jail for 72 hours before you’re even charged with a crime. I learned that, in Travis County jail at least, you get as many phone calls as you like—as long as you’re not calling a cell phone or a landline outside of Travis county. And you can call any one of a number of bail bondsmen to help you out with your $1500 bail, except that half the numbers don’t work and the other half will be answered by assholes who won’t help out anyone under 21. I learned that every single cop in this God-forsaken county thinks he’s the King of Sh*t Mountain, and that they missed their chance to be comedic wunderkinds. It takes a real man to make fun of a guy who’s in a futile situation and has nothing to do but take your shit. Why not push over a guy with crutches and have a real laugh riot?

So, having nothing on my hands but my dignity and a jail cell, I spent the next ten hours or so catching fitful sleep full of decidedly unpleasant dreams. I never really got around to worrying about my situation. I had plenty of reason to—for starters, I had a paper due Monday that I’d yet to begin, and if I get a drug conviction—whoops!—there goes my financial aid. My waking hours were filled with musings about Jeff and Nick busting me out of this place, guns blazing. Knowing them, I knew they’d do something, but I didn’t know what. My hands were tied, so I waited.

Round 7 P.M., the officer in charge—a man with lofty notions about the “free world” and a penchant for passing out baloney sandwiches like nobody’s business—knocked on my door.

“Raj!” he said. “There’s someone here to see you!”

I went out to one of the meeting rooms, where a man who looked like Al Borland from “Home Improvement” was sitting on the other side of a plastic window.

“Ajai?”

“That’s me.”

“Jeff and Nick sent me. I’m Thad Thomason, your attorney.”

Success!

My spirits perked up in a hurry. To make an already abbreviated story even more so, my attorney says he can get the charges dismissed. The law is sticking all kinds of fingers in my assh*le right now, but with a few savvy business deals, I can plow through this shit and come out smelling like roses. Ironic, really—to get out of this drug charge, I’m forced to arrange bigger drug deals than I ever intended to. C’est la vie, non?

To quote the late, great John Lennon, life is what happens while you’re busy making plans. While we’re at it, I do indeed get by with a little help from my friends.

-Ajai out

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