Dear Henry
This mildly insane video love letter from Henry Rollins to Ann Coulter does nothing to lessen my desire to sleep with Henry Rollins…well, ok, so I only want to sleep with the idea of Henry Rollins…and I only really want that because I listened to Black Coffee Blues on CD one too many times when I was driving home to my parents’ house from college.
In any case, just watch the fucking video. Granted, he tells Ann Coulter to “shut the fuck up,” but I’d tell her the same thing (if I didn’t think she’d start hitting below the belt and such), so I have a hard time considering the video misogynistic. I mean, who really likes Ann Coulter?