I’ve made no secret of my loathing of Pam Geller, who makes Ann Coulter look sane and rational by comparison. But her latest column leaves me in something of a conundrum. As much as I despise her and her vile political views, I don’t know that I can root against her if she’s tangling with Russell Brand, who is about as painfully unfunny to me as Dane Cook.
Early this week I got a request from Charles Davis, Russell Brand’s booker for his new show (and soon to be old show), “Brand X.” It surprised me, because clearly, this is not my usual milieu. And while I knew that it would be snarky and stupid, I was also keenly aware that this young, impressionable and brainwashed audience never gets an opportunity to hear from First Amendment activists, counter-jihadists, former Muslims, etc. And so I seized upon it. They never ever hear from the reasoned and the rational. I was prepared for a snake pit. I was prepared for a circus. But I wasn’t prepared for the pure evil that I was confronted with.
Okay, that’s probably going a bit far. Russell Brand is annoying and vapid and devoid of anything approaching a sense of humor. But evil? I reserve that kind of word for only the worst human beings, like Pol Pot. Or Pat Robertson. Or Celine Dion.