More than one nice, young university student told me they came to see Coulter because of the publicity and had come prepared to hate her ... but walked out a fan.Fans with credit cards and books to buy.
I met another three kids who drove down from Edmonton. On a week night. To listen to a speech about politics and U.S. politics at that.
Way to go, outrage machine.
While the weather was good, the gormless extras in the Coulter publicity machine — the self-proclaimed guardians of all that is good and pure led by some guy with bad hair and a bullhorn — were a pain, despite the fact they were helping Coulter’s books fly off the shelves. By the end of the evening, they were reduced to screaming obscenities at patrons leaving the event.
They were very angry.
By contrast, Coulter, almost always described as “angry” in news copy, smiled and laughed through her entire speech, relentlessly cheerful.
The only people I’ve ever seen that happy are pre-schoolers watching the Teletubbies while eating ice cream and college students whose Ecstacy just kicked in. Coulter may be a lot of things, but angry ain’t one of them.
What she is, is funny and smart and some kind of freaky, black-belt debate ninja. Bright, leftie university students kept trying to outwit her during the Q&A, by and large she made them look like midgets trying out for the NBA.
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