But, as WorldNetDaily reminds us, the prosecutor’s office that will be persecuting investigating Ann is the very same one that probed Rush Limbaugh for doctor shopping — and we all know how innocent he was. (Hey, who are you going to believe: the evidence or Rush?)
So, I must conclude that the pursuit of Ann is just another Democratic effort to try to distract you from what is REALLY important: that John Kerry spit in the faces of our brave young men and women in uniform by joking that President Bush is a moron who has us all stuck in Iraq.
Voters, your choice is clear: will you cast your ballot for Ann Coulter, the woman who has worked so tirelessly to keep smelly Arab men off airplanes (thus freeing rich, blonde woman from having to through airport security) that she forgot where she lived, or will you vote for John Kerry, a man who knows nothing about our troops?
Choose wisely, come election day!
Posted by s.z. on Thursday, November 2nd, 2006 at 5:56 pm.
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Photo: Ann tries to sheild her brain from the state’s truth rays with her giant hand
nah, that’s just an act. her brain is lodged under her little toenail next to the rest of the fungus
nah, that’s just an act. her brain is lodged under her little toenail next to the rest of the fungus
Conviction for a felony involving fraud usually gets lawyers disbarred.
But committing vote fraud in south Florida (as opposed to B.J. fraud in D.C.) seems so…well…redundant. I can almost hear Claude Rains shouting, “I am shocked, shocked!”
But committing vote fraud in south Florida (as opposed to B.J. fraud in D.C.) seems so…well…redundant. I can almost hear Claude Rains shouting, “I am shocked, shocked!”
Is it wrong that, when I read “Pundit Coulter probed”, I thought to myself, “With a crowbar, I hope”
There was a time when World o’Crap’s mission statement included deconstructing Ann Coulter. I’d say it’s great to see her horsey countenance here again, but who would want to see that without a few stiff drinks. And two paper bags, as the old joke goes.
Wait till the Customs agents find the Viagra in her luggage…
Wait till the Customs agents find the Viagra in her luggage…
Bill, I thought, “By aliens!”
She’s definitely proved that some women aren’t smart enough to vote, hasn’t she.
She’s definitely proved that some women aren’t smart enough to vote, hasn’t she.
She may have a tax problem, as well, so I hear. She claimed the ‘Florida Homestead Tax Allowance,’ for whereverthehell her Palm Beach shack actually is.
However, she has stated publicly on several occasions that she doesn’t live in Palm Beach, she lives in New York. She says that’s why she didn’t get any of the registered letters the County Clerk sent her.
I guess she just votes in Palm Beach. At the nearest precinct where she runs out of gas, or that’s nicely decorated, or that looks sanitary, or that looks like there might not be a line, or whatever.
You have to live in Florida to get the cute little tax break, Annie, AFAIK.
So, either she voted illegally, or she cheated on her taxes. Or both.
Raise your hand if you think that she is likely to suffer even the minimal inconveniences of Rush’s little legal difficulties.
However, she has stated publicly on several occasions that she doesn’t live in Palm Beach, she lives in New York. She says that’s why she didn’t get any of the registered letters the County Clerk sent her.
I guess she just votes in Palm Beach. At the nearest precinct where she runs out of gas, or that’s nicely decorated, or that looks sanitary, or that looks like there might not be a line, or whatever.
You have to live in Florida to get the cute little tax break, Annie, AFAIK.
So, either she voted illegally, or she cheated on her taxes. Or both.
Raise your hand if you think that she is likely to suffer even the minimal inconveniences of Rush’s little legal difficulties.
See a tongue-in-cheek visual with Ann Coulter as the focus of “The New War On Terror”…here:
http://www.thoughttheater.com
http://www.thoughttheater.com
I have been trapped away from the blog scene since early Halloween morning, at the hospital. Feh! And, you know what that means–having ibterwebs service, I was redyced to watching… tee-vee!!!1! GAAAHHHHH!!!!The insane, rabid coverage of John Kerry’s “misstatement” was appalingly awful. Plus, since I don’t usually watch tee-vee, I was being subjected to the local attack political ads for the first time in any great quantity, including ads from the RNC, the NRCC, and the dreadful Peter Roskam. Ugh! The Dem ads were practically as nasty, but had the advantage of mostly being truthful. Still, when those things are flying fast and furious, it’s a bad time to watch tee-vee. Ick. It’s so wonderful to be back here in cybermerica with all you regular Crappers that I can’t even express it right. And, most importantly, I got out in time to vote on Tuesday! Phew!
Errr… that was supposed to be… “not having interweb service[...]“. The best part is that I speak about as well as I type. Woe is me.
Good Lord, Marq. What’s going on? Were you in a bed or a waiting room? You should tell us these things so you can get some decent sympathy.
Marq are you OK?
I know what you mean about hospital teevee. There are usually 3 channels: idiotic, incredibly inane, and infuriating. And your roommate is usually a Christianist who watches soaps all day, and rings for the nurse every five minutes, so that when you actually need a nurse, they won’t come because they hate your roommate.
I hope you stay well. I am making an offering to Kuan Yin for you!
I know what you mean about hospital teevee. There are usually 3 channels: idiotic, incredibly inane, and infuriating. And your roommate is usually a Christianist who watches soaps all day, and rings for the nurse every five minutes, so that when you actually need a nurse, they won’t come because they hate your roommate.
I hope you stay well. I am making an offering to Kuan Yin for you!
I know I shall squander many, many sympathy points by admitting that by 2pm, Halloween, I had been placed in a private room with one of those insanely expensive hospital beds that not only does all the “Kraftmatic”-type positions, but is also a scale and inflates and deflates parts of its self gently to slowly massage you and prevent bed sores. In other words, it was a very nice $24, 000 bed.
My local hospital has been there forever, and has been added-on to a number of times. At the moment, they’re planning to tear down the original building, which is admittedly much more shabby-looking than more recent wings, and build a five-story wing that is entirely private rooms. Evidently, there is a market for them.
I, however, was in one to be isolated from the rest of the hospital. You see, in 2004, I had had a wee bout of MRSA, which thrives in a hospital environment, infecting whole *floors* of people. While I had successfully been treated in ’04, I hadn’t been certified as being MRSA-free, which would be fairly unusual, so they treated me as though I was infectious: plastic aprons, rubber gloves, masks, etc. Needless to say, this is a bit humiliating.
My room had one other luxury that I haven’t had in a hospital room before. On top of having its own bathroom, the bathroom had a nice shower stall. Delightful!
As far as the “fun” going on, it was fairly standard stuff: x-rays, many needle sticks, blood flowing through tubes, nerve tests with electrodes on legs and feet and an electrified probe needle being shoved into my calf muscles and various other places on my feet and legs (“Now wiggle your toes!”). Fun! Or not. And a few things that one might find horrific if one weren’t used to them from normal life by now-not that they’re a part of most people’s “normal lives.” I’ll probably get around to talking about some of this stuff in greater detail if and when I start my own blog for real at some point. The gross-out factor alone is worth the price of admission (free!).
My local hospital has been there forever, and has been added-on to a number of times. At the moment, they’re planning to tear down the original building, which is admittedly much more shabby-looking than more recent wings, and build a five-story wing that is entirely private rooms. Evidently, there is a market for them.
I, however, was in one to be isolated from the rest of the hospital. You see, in 2004, I had had a wee bout of MRSA, which thrives in a hospital environment, infecting whole *floors* of people. While I had successfully been treated in ’04, I hadn’t been certified as being MRSA-free, which would be fairly unusual, so they treated me as though I was infectious: plastic aprons, rubber gloves, masks, etc. Needless to say, this is a bit humiliating.
My room had one other luxury that I haven’t had in a hospital room before. On top of having its own bathroom, the bathroom had a nice shower stall. Delightful!
As far as the “fun” going on, it was fairly standard stuff: x-rays, many needle sticks, blood flowing through tubes, nerve tests with electrodes on legs and feet and an electrified probe needle being shoved into my calf muscles and various other places on my feet and legs (“Now wiggle your toes!”). Fun! Or not. And a few things that one might find horrific if one weren’t used to them from normal life by now-not that they’re a part of most people’s “normal lives.” I’ll probably get around to talking about some of this stuff in greater detail if and when I start my own blog for real at some point. The gross-out factor alone is worth the price of admission (free!).
There are usually 3 channels: idiotic, incredibly inane, and infuriating.I had “basic cable,” but it was pretty idiotic, infuriating, and inane anyway, as those three daze were the very height of the kerfluffle over John Kerry’s attempt at humor. Every channel that had any kind of news was just foaming at the mouth over that, though I never did find MSNBC and Keith Olberman, who was being the usual lone voice of sanity I discovered once I again had access to teh intertubes. That, plus the relentless local attack political ads kept me angry nearly the entire time. And the nurses were understaffed/swamped, as usual, so I never did see anyone in less than half-an-hour after I had called for them. But, that’s typical–no Christianist roommate required!
O shoo! Annie C. needs to be probed to get the the bottom of the scandal (What, you already knew WHERE the aliens probe?) O Annie, take a vallium and an exlax and just put up with it.
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