There was a popular television show in the mid-fifties called To Tell The Truth. Someone who was vaguely famous and two utter imposters would try to outsmart a four person panel. At the beginning of each round the three guests would rise and announce something like:
“I am Kurt Sutter.”
“No, I am Kurt Sutter.”
“No, in fact, I am the real Kurt Sutter.”
Obviously, I would have epically failed at being a panelist on that game show. I have been told a comment I attributed to Kurt Sutter and wrote about on this page was not made by Kurt Sutter. I have been told this by someone who assures me he is Kurt Sutter.
Early in the evening of March 13th, a Saturday, as I was about to get my scotch on, I noticed a comment from [email protected] to which it was easy to reply. And, I like easy. Some days writing is hard.
Someone who claimed to be Kurt Sutter, the show runner for the Fox Television show Sons of Anarchy took time to offer me some constructive criticism. I have been very critical of Sons of Anarchy and for a week or so before I got this comment there had been a little debate going on about whether Kurt Sutter or Rebel was the bigger phony.
The comment ended with this challenge: “I will be in Cave Creek again in April. You have something to say to me, grow a fucking dick and say it to my face. And this invite goes to your pack of delusional commentators. You wanna air your gripes, show me what a real fucking biker is, then come on down.”
I presumed this commentator was Kurt Sutter. It was a hasty decision. It was a quickly written post. I was in a hurry. I need to tell you that I was wrong but I was not completely half-assed. At least I was not as half-assed as I might appear to be.
The post referred to Sutter’s blog, Sutter Ink. Previous comments to this page and emails have come from anonymous writers at the SOA writer’s room. And I was quickly able to see that Sutter was online at the time the comment was sent to this site. Sutter posted to both his blog and to his Facebook page between 5:30 pm and 7:30 pm that evening. Specifically, Sutter posted:
“I’ve been very negligent about my blogging lately. Facebook and Twitter are so much easier. And more than often, dangerous. Me with an instant venting source is not a good thing. My passions tend to get me in hot water. I recently Twittered about losing an editor to Frank Darabont and basically called Frank a cunt. Although the move was a shitty one (poaching staff), it probably didn’t help my career any lashing out at Mr. Shawshank. Add another amends to the list.”
The comment to this page came from an Internet Protocol address in Los Angeles that had never commented on the page before. The address is 188.8.131.52 and that is a Road Runner high speed account. Which is to say it is probably a residential or small business account in West El Lay. And I thought, “Until then, little men. Blow me,” sounded like something Kurt Sutter would say.
Friends Clear Up Misunderstanding
But Sutter contacted me last night to tell me that the original comment was not his. I am pretty sure that this is the real Kurt Sutter but as I already said, I would have been lousy at this game.
Sutter explained that a member of the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club had just brought to his attention the spurious comment I attributed to him. Sutter called the comment, “angry, potent stuff. But alas, not mine.”
Sutter went on to explain that he was “not sure if it was someone associated with the show who posted my name and erroneous email or just a rabid fan, but it wasn’t me, my friend. After numerous death threats and near-beatings I keep my rantings to my own blog, Facebook and Twitter where other folks can monitor and document the behavior.”
Sutter also confided that, “Between you and I, I’d like to believe that I could muster up a better rejection of your opinions than ‘blow me.’ Although, perhaps not.”
And Be Sure To Stay Tuned For
The event the anti-Sutter referred to in his challenge is a poker run in honor of Sonny Barger on April 18. Sign in at the Steel Horse Saloon before 11 am. The party is at the Buffalo Chip Saloon in Cave Creek.
The real Sutter may be there. I do not know. I just don’t know anymore. I get dizzy when I think about it too much.
The poker run is on the final day of Arizona Bike Week.
So if you go, and you see Kurt Sutter there, and you are pretty sure it is the real Kurt Sutter, please give him a big kiss for me.