For decades, envelope-pusher Ann Coulter has promoted herself as “FEARLESS” and claimed that she never cries. Neither claim is true.
In 1999, I attended my first CPAC conference as a credentialed member of the press. I had no inkling of the drama that was about to unfold before my eyes.
Although Coulter claims she hasn’t cried since she was a child, Radley Balko disagrees: “I’ve seen her cry.”
Coulter, at the age of 37, cried at CPAC in 1999.
I attended that conference as a member of the press and witnessed what Balko would later describe. Coulter was part of a panel, but when the moderator asked her his first discussion question, she got up, went to the podium, and started giving a speech. After a few minutes, she was asked to sit down.
As the panel discussion ensued, it was not long before Coulter griped that she had been hooked off the stage and she was later cross with several audience questioners. Coulter – while still on the panel – sniveled: “Well, I’m already worried about the extent of the White House spin when I get hooked off the stage.”
In what I’m sure the audience originally perceived as a non-event, Coulter turned into a big deal, even accusing the coordinators of skullduggery and the moderator of conspiracy. Since Coulter turned this into an event and leveled accusations against others to cover her own faux pas, let’s look at what really happened.
Gary Nolan, President of Capitol Watch, introduced the event as a panel discussion and introduced Ralph Hallow as the moderator, who, in turn, introduced the panel, and then asked Coulter a discussion question to start things off.
Coulter got up, walked around the moderator to the podium, and began a speech, saying: “I’m going to keep talking until a light goes on.”
In the midst of her soliloquy, Hallow handed her a note telling her to sit down. She ignored his note. Later, Hallow interrupted her again, this time whispering in her ear. Surprised at the interruption, she asked, “Sorry, what do you want me to do?” Puzzled, she asked, “You didn’t want a speech?”
Balko observed, “the panel concluded with Ann struggling to choke back tears. I snuck back behind the panel after the session, of course, hoping to witness more drama. And that’s when I saw Cold-Blooded Coulter in sobbing hysterics. She’d been bullied. And now she was crying.”
Don’t take Balko’s word for it. The Washington Post made a similar observation. Coulter lamented, “The moderator cut me off! I was humiliated in front of 600 people!’ Between sobs, she sucked on a cigarette.”
A minor faux pas became a newspaper headline which opened a window into Coulter’s heart.
Coulter retaliated in a letter-to-the-editor.
I must write to correct a few of the many egregious misstatements in your Jan. 27 Reliable Source column.
I am not, and have never been, arm candy for Bob Guccione, Jr. The Gooch was my arm candy – my boy toy – whom I eventually, and regretfully, had to replace with a much younger man.
As for your report that I might run for the House in order to be taken more seriously, I am puzzled. Would becoming a member of the House really be a step up from being a New York Times bestselling author? If so, I might start really dreaming. Perhaps someday I could trade in a seat on the House subcommittee on sheep-products for the dizzying heights of becoming a no-name gossip columnist for your paper.
Ann H. Coulter
In 1997, Coulter told me that she had trouble defending herself using letters-to-the-editor “without sounding defensive and pathetic, no matter how short and sarcastic.” She was right.
 Radley Balko, “My Lunch with Ann Coulter,” 8/6/03, http://www.theagitator.com/2003/08/06/my-lunch-with-ann-coulter/.
 Ann Coulter, CPAC, 1/21/99.
 Washington Post, 1/23/99, pg. C1.
 Ann Coulter, “Seriously, Folks,” Washington Post, 2/6/99, pg. A19. Notice how Coulter attacked her ex-boyfriend, Congress, and the media – all because she had embarrassed herself on stage!
 In reality, Coulter was preparing to run for Congress in opposition to Rep. Chris Shays (R-CT) in what she would later describe as a “total sham campaign.”