Henry Rollins – Dear Ann Coulter


Henry Rollins - Dear Ann Coulter
Henry Rollins is an American spoken word artist, writer, journalist, publisher, actor, radio DJ, activist and former singer-songwriter.  Many of you may remember him as the front man for the California punk rock band Black Flag, or from his television series The Henry Rollins Show.

Rollins has also hosted MTV’s 120 Minutes, and Jackass, enjoyed a recurring dramatic role in the second season of Sons of Anarchy and has also had roles in several films. Rollins has also campaigned for various political causes in the United States, including promoting LGBT rights, World Hunger Relief, an end to war and has toured overseas with the  USO (United Service Organizations) to entertain American troops.


A few years ago, as part of his Henry Rollins Show project he created a series of letters to include the one below to ultra right-wing conservative author, journalist and pundit Ann Coulter.

You can check out his current projects on the Henry Rollins website and you can enjoy the ‘Letter to Ann Couter’ video below (and the transcript follows).

“Dear Ann:

You used to be fun; at least funny.  At least gently and amusingly insane, but girlfriend, you’ve changed!  The thousand-yard stare you’ve acquired in the last couple of years says lonely nights, too much wine and insecurity about the future of your career.  Where to now, my sweet fascist?  Another one of your silly books?  More hilarious appearances on Hannity & Colmes?  Bill Maher has to be tired of you by now. 

You’re anything but stupid and by now , you must see the writing on the wall.  You’ll never have a real place with the Beltway in crowd, as they see you as a northeastern, hickoid, pro wrestler, Nascar type with a degree from Cornell.  I mean, really, Ann; where can it go from here?  Ann, I think I have the answer, in fact, I know I do. 

I want to hire you, Ann.  I want you to come and work for me.  I want you to be my “Ann Friday,” my housekeeper, beekeeper, floor, chimney and minesweeper, my window-washing, grocery-buying, dinner-cooking, obsequious, submissive concubine-domestic.

You will laugh at my jokes, celebrate my victories and lament my failures.  You will praise my friends and vow great harm upon all who oppose me.  You will treat me like a god, a guru, a mentor – and the best night in the sack you’ve ever had.  You will carry my bags, wash my cars, walk my dogs and turn your savings over to me.  You  will massage Susan Sarandon’s aching shoulders, whip up vegan delights for Hanoi Jane Fonda, and loofah Barbra Streisand’s stretch marks. 

But most of all, Ann, you will just shut the fuck up.

I can offer you a life of obedient servitude on my compound; in your time with me, you will learn much.  You will learn that America is made up of people from all races, walks of life and sexual orientation and that it’s all OK.  You will learn to be patient and kind.  You will learn the meaning of the word “respect” and memorize every line of Caddyshack.  You will  listen to The Ramones, Black Sabbath and the Brides of Funkenstein.  You’re a figure of fun and I plan on having fun with that figure.  You will learn who your daddy is, that’s for sure. 

But mostly, Ann, you will just shut the fuck up.

Come on, Anne, ya fuckin’ psycho; let’s do this!

Henry”