ANN COULTER IN WEHO-- THE REST OF THE STORY

Last night my friend Rick Jacobs and his pal Phil Kleweno, the chairman of GLAAD, were dining quietly at Murano when they noticed an acrid, sulfuric smell. They followed their noses and... yes, in the flesh-- Ann Coulter! Rick wrote the story up on Huffington Post today and I'm not going to repeat the whole encounter; click the link and read it yourself.

Rick is one of the most gracious and debonair gentlemen I have ever met. But his passions got the better of him and speaking, I would guess, for the whole community-- a community that has been spat on and shat on and murdered and abused since the 3 Abrahamic religions come up with their own hateful, Bronze Age definition of morality-- his usually impeccably diplomatic demeanor momentarily slipped away as he told her what he thought. And, yes, this is the picture he snapped with his cell phone; click on it to enlarge (if you dare).