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Saturday, October 1, 2011

Noted Without Comment

“But still I am more of a man than any liberal is.”
– Ann Coulter on The O’Reilly Factor
Posted by s.z. on Friday, July 6th, 2007 at 9:20 pm.

17 Responses to “Noted Without Comment”
 
 
now there’s a hell of a post-op affirmation
I’m sick of Anne frankly. Her shtick is getting a bit dull. She’s just not as funny as the really earnest nuts like VBen or Pastor Swank or what have you. I dunno, it just seems forced with her, like it’s just to get attention. Unlike the folks at your Clownhall or Korner Kids or Bonzos Children or whatever crummy, cut-rate on-line propaganda rags, who really seem to believe this shit. They really want us to take them seriously. That’s what makes them so entertaining.
It’s called money, honey. That, and the fresh warm blood of virgins in which to bathe shim’s bony remains on a nightly basis, in order to maintain the myths/facades that shim is a she AND was born in the 20th century.
It only rears its angular head when it needs the dough, kids. Whether the adam’s apple can be airbrushed out or not, it only opens its gaping maw during certain low points of the “news cycle,” when Biggus Dickus is up to something from behind the razor-wired walls of his Bahrain palace and cannot be “located” and/or when Chili Bean and Dumbya have stuck their collective foot in it when Unca Dick wasn’t looking, etc. — whenever they need to deflect attention from their truly evil deeds (like destroying the federal courts system from the inside, as they’d already done with the Supremes) and they don’t have a cutesy “oddity” piece by Jeanie Moos or a “heartwarming” story about an amputee/kid with cancer/Lance Armstrong’s missing nut, or best of all, a purely manufactured hype, like Katie Hellmouth Couric going near-postal over a teapot museum (“YOUR TAX MONEY, HARD AT WORK!” — talk about pots and fucking kettles) — that’s when they pull St. Ann Of The Codpiece out of the coffin.
Shim needs fresh $$ to lure young Girls Gone Suicidal to her lair, they need a smokescreen, and there we have the perfect example of how Rupert Murdoch ate up the entire concept/world of journalism and shat it out into what we now call “news.”
Yeah, well the fact remains. Phonies just aren’t as funny as moronic, ignorant, faux-intellectual little twerps who think they are brilliant.
P.S.:
” This is a partial transcript from “The O’Reilly Factor,” June 28, 2007, that has been edited for clarity.”
Emphasis theirs.
” Having 12 million illegal immigrants live in the shadows is better than rewarding them by giving them amnesty, and in point of fact it’s almost, not quite, almost as good as enforcing the laws we have and building a wall.”
Whatta shock. It enjoys the benefits of nearly-legal (for the right people with the right money and the right connections) slavery. Knock me over with a fucking feather.
“That this was defeated so resoundingly by the American people against the wishes of the elites…” (snip)
BWUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, S.Z. — I’m so glad that I actually clicked on the link this time and read this dreck, as scary as it is to spend even a milisecond on FUX turf — you gave me the first laugh that I’ve had all day, and I dearly appreciate it.
“I’ve got to say, I just don’t see that as the desideratum of what our legislation should be.”
Okay, maybe I’m more ignorant that I usually assume myself to be, but I’ve always thought that it was DesideratA — am I wrong?
COULTER: OK. So let’s punish America.
O’REILLY: I am not punishing America at all.
Show of hands, please?
Aren’t we ALLLLLL really being punished, whether guilty or not, by the mere EXISTENCE of these motherfuckers, let alone that they somehow wound up with jobs IN THE MEDIA??!?!?!?!? Where they have MICROPHONES?!?!?!?!
We must’ve done something really bad in our last lives.
But Gundum, doesn’t that still define mAnn Coulter and Bill Falafel-Boy O’Lielly?
Sure, sure, they’re a couple centuries too old to be “little twerps,” but everything else still applies!
Well Annti, I really think that with mAnne it’s just some kind of act (or mental disorder). Falafel is just f-in nuts. I must say, I find the self-styled “deep thinkers” who try to convince us how intelligent and knowledgeable they are when they obviously don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, and have no clue how ridiculous they look. It’s the lack of self-awareness and utter seriousness with which they hold themselves and their pontifications that makes them funny. Somehow I don’t think think even Anne takes Anne seriously.
P.S. You don’t have to be young to be a little twerp, just so long as you’re a twerp at heart.
Oops! it should read
“I must say, I find the self-styled “deep thinkers” who try to convince us how intelligent and knowledgeable they are when they obviously don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, and have no clue how ridiculous they look the most hilarious.”
Should read my stuff more carefully.
There’s no “e” in St. Ann Of The Codpiece’s name. Maybe shim abbreviated it from “Manny.”
And shim DEFINITELY, if you read that transcript, considers itself to be THE expert, not only upon politics, national security, the Constitution (even as it’s being recycled as toilet paper) and John Edwards’ sexuality, but also upon The English Language, so if that’s not a pontificating cunt-fart, I don’t know what is. It’s not an act, that’s Ann’s actual ego, and I can smell it from here.
I feel sad.
You’ll survive.
Or you won’t.
In any event, mAnn Coulter still won’t be human and isn’t worthy of your sympathy, empathy, or other consideration. Save it for people (LIVING people, not the undead nor the “pre-born”) who try to do something to BETTER this world.
You know about those translation programs, where you write something in English and its translated to, say, French, with halarious results? Well, Goldberg & crew have a translation program, too. They take ignorant, vicious redneck writings and run them thru their Two Dollar-Word programs, (Not to be confused with ‘Word’)and bam! It sounds ed-gew-cated! But senseless- halarity ensues!
Ann -
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…
But only if I get to look in a mirror…or a shiny shield…yeah, that’s it… like Perseus with the Gorgon… don’t want my gonads shriveling and turning to stone…
Prophet, you just about made me re-launch my corndogs.
NOT. PLEASANT. IMAGERY.
Bad prophet, BAD PROPHET!!!
No biscuit.
Yes, yes. Thank you. It is “Ann,” not “Anne” for She Who Must Not Be Named.
So the clouds of denial have lifted from the eyes of Herr Coulter…
Hey Mann Coulter! Want to arm wrestle? Betch I break that skinny arm of yours before you even get the urge to begin. And this from a Liberal who’s more socialist than one of those weak-kneed American Democrats. And if you think the French have a history of rolling over in the face of conflict, you don’t know shit about history, bitch.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

I’ve Been Through the Desert With a Cat With No Name

Hi, everybody! I must apologize for my absence (and I want to thank everyone for their concern, and especially thank the very kind AnntiChrist M. Coulter for the book by Caitlin Flanagan on “Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife”) — but I did return bearing lovely excuses. First, I was sick, followed by scattered showers of fatigue, lassitude, and ennui. Also, I’ve been spending all my spare time (and money) at the vets. In a kind of post Valentine’s Day tribute to love, we did mass spayings and neuterings. Plus, two of the cats have been very sick. Little Oliver had a fever of 106 — it was thought he had FIP, which is fatal, but expensive blood tests revealed that the vet really doesn’t know what he had. But he’s okay now. Also, the new cat Sylvie (the one who was going to get the lovely goddess name, until I decided that she didn’t deserve it) had post-spaying complications, and was quite ill for a few days.

Plus, I got a new dog. It’s a long story, but I’ll probably bore you with it anyway in a day or two — but the short version is that he’s a black and tan Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, he’s 9 months old, he was put up for adoption when he got sick, but he’s okay now, and his name is Henry. Anyway, he turned out to be the sweetest, cuddliest, naughtiest dog ever. He destroys more before noon than you destroy all day.

Throw in several winter storms that necessitated shoveling vast quantities of snow (which tires me out, makes my back hurt, and causes me to get cold!), some family stuff, my challenging role of arbitrator in the ongoing Jet Jaguar-Sylvie wars, and my general debilitated state, and I couldn’t even find the energy to turn on the computer most days.

But, as penance, I did watch Fox News. Later I will share with you some of the things I learned (not much about the horrid conditions at Walter Reed, but lots about Anna Nicole Smith). Well, here’s one factoid for today: “faggot” is not offensive to gays, because it’s just a bit of school yard argot meaning ”sissy.” This comes from no less an authority than Ann Coulter, who revealed this pertiment info while guesting (she got two segments) on “Hannity & Colmes.” If you don’t believe me, here’s a snippet from the transcript:
COLMES: But you used a word that’s very offensive to gays. Would you use a word offensive to another group of people and say, oh, it was only a joke? Where do you draw the line? 
COULTER: It isn’t offensive to gays. It has nothing to do with gays. It’s a schoolyard taunt, meaning wuss.
Good to know — and I hope that, in particular, all you gays learned something from the William Safire of her generation, and you now realize that you aren’t offended at all.

Ann said a lot of other stuff, almost all of it equally stupid and annoying, but let’s move on for now, since I also learned that this weekend’s “Hannity’s America (which is apparently not a country for that you’d want to visit OR live in — I think it must be a level of hell so horrific that Dante couldn’t bear to write about it), Sean will reveal ten statements made by liberals that are WAY WORSE than what Ann Coulter said, but that the liberal media hushed up, since they so shamefully refuse to report everything that national figures like Ward Churchill say.

I also learned from Bill O’Reilly that Bill Mahr is just as bad as Ann, because he said something unkind about Dick Cheney while he was speaking at a national liberal conference, or on a comedy show, or something. Also, Bill informed us that John Edwards has no moral highground from which to denounce Ann, since Edwards hired those horrid anti-Christian bloggers (you know, the ones that Bill singlehandedly saved us all from).

Bill also taught me that Mr. Libby can appeal his sentence, because young Scooter was only convicted of lying during the course of an investigation about a crime that never even occurred, and that’s unconstitutional or something.

But, in closing, let me share with you what possible presidential hopeful Newt Gingrich had to say about Scooter’s “crime”:
Perjury is at the very heart of our legal system. And is very often punished very intently by the courts. [...]  The standard is in a court of law, should somebody who’s popular get away with committing a felony?
And if this week it’s perjury, and next week it’s theft, and the week after that it’s having somebody beaten up, then what morning do we end up as a corrupt country like Nigeria where the corruption is so deep that it eats at the very fabric of our society?
So, if Scooter gets a presidential pardon, we will all go out and lie and steal and beat up people, and then our national economy will be based on email scams. A strong warning from Mr. Gingrich which the President would do well to heed.

No, wait, Newt wasn’t talking about Scooter, he was explaining to James Dobson why Newt thought it was permissible (nay REQUIRED) to go after Bill Clinton for fooling around with Monica while he himself was having an affair with a young aide.
And anyway, God has forgiven Newt for his cheating, hypocrisy, and general loathesomeness, and it’s fine with God if you make Newt the leader of the free world. Anyway, just something to think about when you’re in the voting booth.

So, more later. Unless it snows some more, or I have to try to glue together another library book or something.

s.z., dearest of hearts, welcome back- what
would you like to drink?
I still can’t decide if you’re sainted or crazy. A little of both, maybe.
Me, I’m just happy I now get to write to all of Ann Coulter’s remaining advertizers and explain that they’re supporting a misogynist *and* a homophobe. It’s an interesting tactic, really. “I wasn’t insulting fags, I was insulting pussies!”
The worst part is, it’s entirely possible she really does believe that “faggot” is not anti-gay if not used at a gay man. That peroxide goes stright to your brain, I guess.
Hooray, you’re back with news greedily read concerning you and those of fur!!
Missed you so.
Gappy
I’ve Been Through the Desert With a Cat With No Name
Where, I suppose, you found the heat was hot?
Absolutely, positively outpacing the second Worse Lyric of All Time, the Delfonics’ “Have You Seen Her?” by a 2-1 margin:
Why, oh why
Did you have to leave and (dramatic pause) go away?
Which we no longer have to ask of you. Welcome back.
yes, you were missed.
“…scattered showers of fatigue, lassitude, and ennui.”
We’ve been having weather like that here too… Welcome back. You were sorely missed.
S.Z. we have missed you so much – sounds like it’s been a tough winter. Glad you’re back! Please stay on the grid from now on.
S.Z., so pleased to see your return!
He destroys more before noon than you destroy all day.
Are you talking of puppy Henry, or Dubya?
Welcome back, s.z.!
Ha! My black cocker spaniel El Duque destroys more before 9 a.m. than your Henry does all day. If we accidentally leave the bathroom door open, he can toilet paper an entire 1,500 sq. ft. house in five minutes flat. He’s chewed a big hole in a $1,000 leather chair, converted two remote controls into useless bits of plastic, ripped the foam out of a 15-inch woofer in one of my speaker cabinets, and chewed the crotches out of more pairs of underwear than I can count (male, female, it doesn’t matter to him).
All this mouth action is in addition to his regular chew toy regimen. You can’t turn your back on the little bugger for more than two minutes. And yet we love him dearly.
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel
With a breed name like that, I should think his nom de chien would be “King Henry the -VIII” (negative 8th)!
He destroys more before noon than you destroy all day.
That’s the “Cavalier” in him.
Glad you’re back, s.z.
YAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve got my computer back (major props to Realist, btw — http://pinkchimp.blogspot.com/ — he has done what lesser men have only pretended to be able to do to a computer), and S.Z. is back on the blog!!!
Hell, at this rate, maybe we’ll get Dumbya & Dick convicted of treason, create world peace, and I’ll finally get off of my ass and blog, too!
Or, y’know, S.Z. will be cannonized or somesuch by all the critters on the planet, at the very least.
Howdy, s.z.! I left a “present” for you a few posts down in comments-a link to a “lovely” picture of Ann. She’s particularly “horsey”-looking (that woman does have the hugest… teeth).
Wow–another doggie! Well, it’s only fair, since the catses outnumber the doggies by something like a 3-to-1 margin. Spaniels are kinda medium-sized, so the whole I-am-become-death-teh-destroyer-of-worlds-thing wears off… eventually.
In r/e the Ann “faqggot” comment, I’m still largely not offended (since she was trying to offend), but I’m finding her intransigence over apologizing to be irritating. Not that I really expected her to.
The thing I really find more offensive than Ann is male pr0n stars who become raging wingnuts. It’s really a shameful wast of what little talent they have-I mean, if they could actually act, they would! OK, OK, 8,9, 11 inches is nothing to sneeze at, but it ain’t everything in the world, either! Of course, the article mentioned that Corp. Sanchez is 36 years old, and that’s a wee bit long-in-teh-tooth for a a gay pr0n star and ‘ho, so he’s wisely enough trying to diversify his income potential. Unwisely enough, he’s trying to combine two great tastes that don’t go great together, but what are you gonna do when ya can’t act?
Um, the two great tastes (etc.) in r/e Corp. Sanchez are “wingnuttery” and “gay hooker (but it’s OK, ‘cos he’s a top).” ‘Twas a little unclear above.
But, as penance, I did watch Fox News.
No wonder you haven’t been feeling well.
Hi, everybody!
Hi Dr s.z.
welcome back
I was taken to our local ER with chest pains, and FORCED, yes positively FORCED to watch FOX for a couple of hours. It was torture! I asked the nurse-attendant to change it to anything else, even Cartoon Network. I’ll take SpongeBob over Oriley any day. Sigh. Bad times. (the chestpain was nothing, probably gas?)
I feel your pain, Kathy (glad that it was “nothing,” though!) — every time I go see my arrogant yuppie spine surgeon, the waiting rooms play ONLY Fux Newz, so I’ve learned to shut my ears off and always bring something good to read with me. How people can watch that condescending pandering bullshit and not PROJECTILE-VOMIT, I have no fucking idea. But then, people watch scat porn and car wrecks, so I guess the capability for vitriol is universal, in a way. Just not ENTIRELY universal.
I’m not really trying to one-up Annti or Kathy but I must share my waiting room story. Two receptionists,one lady patient who’s avidly reading her People magazine and myself. No one is paying any attention to the TV which is BLARING Pat Roberson & the 700 Club. Now this hurts me not only physically,but mentally and emotionally so I get up and turn it so not to be further scarred for life. I remember I turned it to some news channel so it could have been Faux News but Jesus wept….I really become pissed off being subjected to Pat and co. I can ignore Fox. Everyone is STARING at me when I turn around, so I smile sweetly at all and sit down again, only to pop back up when my name is then called by the nurse. When I return minutes later from a nice little patient/doctor chat, I find the TV channel has been turned BACK TO THE 700 CLUB. I shook my head all the way home. Perhaps people in my area(BTW, I’m in central IL.)are afraid they’ll go to hell if Pat is not in their lives but let them watch him in their living rooms. Take those fucking TV’s out of common areas and up the variety of magazines. Maybe more people could improve their reading skills.
Do you suppose Fox lets hospitals, or other public places, have their programs for free? It might be good business for them, a captive audience. I prefer the History Channel, tho it’s pretty funny at times (unintentionally I’m sure). and EVERYONE loves HGTV, surely?
Oh, sz, we’ve missed you so much. And to think your time was spent lavishing money and attention on the furry creatures. It’s amazing what lengths they’ll take us to, isn’t it? You are a gem.
Thank you so much for watching that ghastly nightmare called FOXNews so we don’t have to. Your writing on all subjects makes my day on so many damned days.
Cheers, Helena
EVERYONE loves HGTV, surely?
I love HGTV, watch very little else in fact, and the more I watch it, the more I realize its preponderance of gay, interracial, and cohabiting couples — presenters and homeowners alike. So I’m not sure everyone would accept HGTV for The 700 Club as a straight substitution, nudge wink etc.
Incidentally, welcome back and much cheer to our hostess.
Well, Kathy, I can’t swear by Murdoch (when has THAT motherfucker ever GIVEN anything but bullshit and grief?!??!?!), but when I was a patient at the long-gone Charity Hospital in NOLA, they got all of their telecommunications shit donated, cable/satellite, etc., by the providing companies (cable co./sat. co.), and got some really cheesy premiums (t-shirts, mouse pads, etc.) from the stations themselves. So while the staff had total access to anything available online and/or on-air, for some bizarre and despotic reason, every TV that was placed in the minority of waiting rooms (clinic systems, ER, etc.) was locked onto the local CBS affiliate. The worst soap operas, and allllll fucking day long. Then, if you were lucky to be stuck at an 8A clinic appointment until SIX FUCKING P.M. (as I often was), and the pigeons and the bums out front (where us smoking heathens were exiled) on Tulane Avenue and the bus exhaust drove you back indoors — the local, Establishment-with-a-capital-E-and-a-permanently-puckered -sphincter, “news” would come on, with the overage “cute girl reporter” who should’ve been doing the geriatric beat and the uber-nordic He-Man Of The Desk co-anchor, all very soberly and with the acting skills of Armand Assante in that abortion of a “cajun” movie.
Granted, I’ve seen worse since then, much, much worse, as I’ve been exiled to the ass-end of Satan’s sigmoid colon for 3.5 fun-filled years… What in the HELL ever gave those rednecked motherfuckers in Baton Rouge the idea that they were “important” or “RIGHT”?!?!?!?!? Ugh. The fucking Archdiocesan pandering in every fucking “news”cast, all the “happy news,” and the inimitable worship of CHILDREN and BABIES, but when the MOM gets killed, oh, well, no biggie, we can find a replacement. But a CHILD was hurt!!!! Any day now, I expect to hear the phrase, “womb baby” ON COMMERCIALLY-BILLABLE AIR TIME. I don’t miss the cable SO much (I haven’t lived where I could get Comedy Central since I left NOLA), although the rabbit ears ain’t hittin’ on shit… But what I wouldn’t give for one of those TiVo-ish gadgets that lets you skip the commercials! This country’s sexism and rampant recidivism is spooging out of their EARS for fuck’s sake, if you go by their commercials!
Oh, and for those doctors with the interminably long waits nowadays, I bring my low-rent Discman, too. Loud, brass-ovary blues by Big Mama Thornton, Janis, Bessie Smith, you name it. Always fun to look up once in a while and watch the faces change expression when they make eye contact… heh heh heh…
Gay folk on HGTV? !!! Didn’t one of the religious pundits slam HGTV for that reason a while back?
That would be a funny complaint. “HGTV’s Homosexual Agenda is to promote color schemes of chocolate brown, light blue, and lime green. The Lord has shown his favor for un-ironic Mid-Century Modern.”
I have two doctors (I know, Heather has 2 mommies, but she’s just luckier than me). My Blood Pressure doctor and my head doctor. Although I love them both deeply (BP doctor can speak Urdu! fer crissakes, and head doc tells me with regularity that yes, I am crazy), but the waiting rooms are ghastly, unpleasant places populated by annoying, sick, crazy people who are usually fighting with someone on cell phones, screaming rotten children and an overall chaotic vibe that makes me feel vulnerable and unarmed. Fortunately, techcnology has solved the problem. If I couldn’t bring my ipod with me, I wouldn’t go. Period…
mikey
Thanks for putting my comments back up there, Scott — such speedy and friendly service — don’t ever go to work for Disney, PLEASE!!! — although I could’ve SWORN that I closed those italics tags, ’cause as we all know, I *never* fuck-up the HTML!!!
(Go ahead, get the hook, don’t worry, I’ve given up my career in vaudeville…)
Welcome back. Let’s see the pictures of Henry! Ken you make me feel better about the comparatively minor destruction caused by my mutts.
Welcome back s.z.! The tubes just weren’t the same without you!
OK, not trying to one-up mikey, Kathy, or Annti, bit here’s my waiting-room story.
In my old nephrologist’s waiting room, there weren’t any tee-vees or radios (just awful, soul-sapping muzak™), so that was OK, but here’s what they had by way of magazines: scattered issues of Time, Newsweek, etc. Some medical-related journals and AARP publications. Golf magazines. And (wait for it)…
Piles and piles of Teh National Review! I was soooooooo tempted to steal the one with the soldier on the front cover, captioned something along the lines of, “We ARE Winning In Iraq!”
Heh, indeed!
Marq, darling, when it’s articles of that spoof-worthy caliber, it’s not “stealing,” it’s LIBERATING!!!
VIVA LA REVOLUCION!!!
~~~
Y’know, when & if it ever fucking gets here… *sigh*
Waiting rooms, nothing. I just got back from my folks’ and if there’s not a baseball game on or a cooking show, Fox News is. It’s basically just background noise for them (which I don’t get ’cause they got a parakeet, and that goddamn bird makes all kinds of racket), but my mother finds it a never-ending source of amusement watching me get pissed off at that piss-poor excuse for journalism thing.
It’s not a partisan thing, mind, though Momma is a Republican voter (with caveats for local elections) and generally conservative socially.* I’m just entertaining to watch when I get wound up and indignant, apparently.
*Actually, she’s probably more what one would consider “libertarian” socially. For example, she don’t give a shit about gay marriage because she’s already married, and if she can put up with my old man for 35 years, then marriage as an institution is in no danger at all. She’s even told her preacher** the religious arguments are, and I quote, “BULL-shit”. Momma’s pretty cool.
** Before he got caught with a bunch of other dudes, including one of my high school teachers, at a rest stop on the Natchez Trace doing something naughty, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Oof. I bet that one’s harder to live down than Jimmy Swaggart’s ugly-ass hooker at the Texas Motel on Airline Highway.

And the Ann Coulter Tran–er Train Just Keeps On Derailing

As reported by BGay.com, the major advertisers on her website have dropped her, thanks to her latest screech for attention:
Net Bank, Verizon, Washington Mutual, AT&T/Cingular, Dollar Rent-A-Car, SmileTrain.org, University of Phoenix, Sallie Mae, LasikPlus, Power Chord Academy, Gulf Shores.com/Alabama Gulf Coast Convention and Visitors Bureau, Ulta.com, and Yellow Pages.com have now all stopped advertising at Coulter’s web site.
Personally, I think ULTA, a cosmetics store, was just looking for a reason-any reason-to drop her without telling her the truth: “Ann, you’re uglier than Michael Chertoff. And even OUR products can’t help you.”

It’s worse than that; Ann might make Ulta products look like clown makeup. They’ve doubtlessly paid her a large sum to say she uses Esteé Lauder or Cliniqué or something. Or whatever that brand of makeup is that morticians slather the corpses with to give them that “life-like” appearance.
An appropriate analogy, Marq — I’ve seen corpses that DID look more “lifelike” than mAnn Coulter. Hell, I’ve seen full-grown 300-lb. men with MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF FACIAL HAIR who looked more “feminine” than that freakazoid transplant-reject.
Personally, I find it horrifying that any company other than Murdoch hisself would advertise on Shim’s site — who in the hell is their target audience?!??! Serial Killers, 18-40, Who Eat Live Kittens When Given A Preference?!??!?!!
We iz a nation of hoooo-ahhhs. Well, the corporate interests who really run this country are giant flaming hoooo-ahhhs, but we already knew that.
Although, to judge by St. Ann Of The Codpiece’s tension level, I’d wager that Shim has neither toolage nor orfices (orifii?) with which to practice REAL prostitution (if ever I’ve seen an incomplete/unsuccessful transsexual operation!), so what we see is all that Shim can do.
Tsk.
Ain’t karma a bitch?

When Ann Coulter Was Just A Twink In Her Father’s Eye

Marq in the comments below had this to say about Ann’s latest effort to squeeze yet another
“Oh No She DI-uhn’t” from an increasingly blasé constituency:
For someone who exists on a diet of outrage provoked in others, she’s reached that unfortunate point of rapidly diminishing returns. L’il Awrful Annie will have to reach deeper and deeper into her bucket of muck, searching for some horridly vile term with which to insult people…

After all, pointing and yelling, “Faggot!” isn’t all that dangerous. Gays are still a relatively safe minority to mock. A handful of newspapers will end up dropping her “column,” because *this* of all things will finally clue them in to the fact that mAnn’s a hatemonger (!). So, maybe she’ll progress to calling Governor Richardson a “spic,” or barak Obama the “n”-word. One can only hope.
Well, that’s how Ann keeps her wraith-like, cocktail dress-friendly figure, since the Outrage Diet is low in saturated fat (she’s both The Scarecrow and Mrs. King!).  And Marq is exactly right; because “faggot” is still a relatively safe slur in much of the country (and almost a form of punctuation in the average junior high school), Ann’s use of the term will not only slip past without consequences, it will ensure that of the many tedious and tendentious speeches issued at the Conservative Political Action Conference, hers are the only words that will be remembered.

But Marq is also right that Ann may find the Law of Diminishing Returns a bit tougher to flout than, say, the statutes governing voting and registration in Palm Beach County, Florida.  She can get away with calling Al Gore “a total fag,” as she did, per Media Matters, on the July 27 edition of Hardball.  But raising the rhetorical ante any further will require a bit more finesse than she’s displayed thus far.  I don’t believe she can get away with simply calling Barack Obama the N-word, even though that loathsome animadversion also remains in far wider circulation than we care to admit.  Instead, I predict she’ll use her patented technique of deploying a racial slur, then accusing the offended parties of racism, and immediately scrambling for the high ground at Golgotha:
I do want to point out one thing that has been driving me crazy with the media, how they keep describing Mitt Romney’s position as being “pro-gays, and that’s going to upset right-wingers.” Well, you know, screw you, I’m not anti-gay. We’re against gay marriage. I don’t want gays to be discriminated against. I mean, I think we have, in addition to blacks, I don’t know why all gays aren’t Republicans.
It’s almost like these nancy-boys can’t figure out who their real friends are.  Stupid knob-gobblers.
I think we have the pro-gay position, which is anti-crime and for tax cuts. Gays make a lot of money, and they’re victims of crime.
…primarily commited by the kind of people who vote Republican.  But thanks to our tax cuts, they’ll still have plenty of money left over to pay for reconstructive surgery and physical therapy after we eliminate same-sex domestic partner benefits like health insurance

And blacks, as Ann never tires of declaiming, should join the GOP to escape the condescending racism of the Democratic Party.  So when the exigencies of the marketplace finally require her to kick it up a notch, she’ll find some way to eat her cake and call someone a nigger, too.  “Can you imagine Barack Obama as Vice President to Hillary?  They’d treat him like he was the ‘house nigger’ on a plantation, dress him up in a butler suit, call him ‘Uncle Barack,’ and let him answer the front door.”

There would follow the usual expressions of outrage from the left blogosphere, defensive protestations that it was just “a joke!” from Ann and her supporters, and more TV appearances the next time she has a book to flack.  But even though there are still a few sensitivities she has yet to trample, I can’t help feeling that Ann has already hit the wall, in much the same way Bill O’Reilly and even Rush Limbaugh has.  They’re not growing concerns, they’re providers of a niche fetish.  And within their niche, they all do quite well.  As do the makers of German schwanger and schiesse videos, but neither one of those seems poised to break out and become a nationwide craze like the hula-hoop.

There was a time when Limbaugh was inescapable; if he wasn’t on the radio in every city he was on TV, either his own syndicated show, or some ostensibly respectable network program. But now, as with Ann, I only remember he exists when he says something unusually stupid. They all have a dedicated fanbase, but that audience is becoming more calcified and impermeable, encouraging their act to become ever more incestuous and Escheresque, until the whole experience for a potential newcomer is pretty much like trying to watch Lost by starting in the middle of the third season.

Or maybe we’re being too cynical. Perhaps there’s some deep-seated trauma in Ann’s past that compels her to act out like the Chris Cooper character in American Beauty. And indeed, a cursory investigation does indicate a common theme to Ann’s cries of “faggot!” In short, her belief that dead children turn you gay.
Edwards has talked about his son’s death in a 1996 car accident on “Good Morning America,” in dozens of profiles and in his new book. (“It was and is the most important fact of my life.”) His 1998 Senate campaign ads featured film footage of Edwards at a learning lab he founded in honor of his son, titled “The Wade Edwards Learning Lab.” He wears his son’s Outward Bound pin on his suit lapel. He was going to wear it on his sleeve, until someone suggested that might be a little too “on the nose.”
If you want points for not using your son’s death politically, don’t you have to take down all those “Ask me about my son’s death in a horrific car accident” bumper stickers? Edwards is like a politician who keeps announcing that he will not use his opponent’s criminal record for partisan political advantage. I absolutely refuse to mention the name of my dearly beloved and recently departed son killed horribly in a car accident, which affected me deeply, to score cheap political points.
Al Gore increased the stakes, becoming not only a faggot, because his son was injured in an accident, but “a total fag” when he added a dead sister to the mix:
Democrats can’t tell us their ideas until after the election. Instead, their version of a political campaign is to stage a “Queen for a Day” extravaganza — which has special resonance in the case of the Democrats.
Al Gore famously inaugurated the family tragedy routine at the 1992 Democratic National Convention, where his idea of an inspiring political speech was to recount the story of his son being hit by a car. At the 1996 convention, Gore told a tear-jerker about his sister’s long, painful death from lung cancer. It got to the point that Gore’s family members had to fear any more runs for higher office.
I haven’t heard of Ann calling Howard Dean a big tinsel-tied sachet of gaywad, but he too had the effrontery to be touched by a death in the family:
Howard Dean talks about his brother Charlie’s murder at the hands of North Vietnamese communists. Bizarrely, after working on the failed George McGovern campaign, Charlie Dean went to Indochina in 1974 to witness the ravages of the war he had opposed. Not long after he arrived, the apparently ungrateful communists captured and killed him. Hey fellas! I’m on your s– CLUNK!
Ann hasn’t yet clarified her position on whether having a dead child turns a woman into a lesbian, but you’ll recall that she’s had it up to here with weeping widows:
“I’ve never seen people enjoying their husbands’ deaths so much,” Coulter writes in her new book.
“These broads are millionaires, lionized on TV and in articles about them, reveling in their status as celebrities and stalked by grief-arazzis,” Coulter writes.
“And by the way, how do we know their husbands weren’t planning to divorce these harpies? Now that their shelf life is dwindling, they’d better hurry up and appear in Playboy. . .
Hm.  Maybe I should fill out that subscription card.  Because while Time, NBC, CNN, and the rest of the MSM routinely fails me, Playboy is the one venue where I can be reasonably sure that I will never see Ann.  Unless they do a Girls of Snake Mountain issue…

Nice to have you back, Scott. Hope you’re feeling better.
It sounds like you’re feeling better, anyway.
Ann, honey, I think I know what “the pro-gay position” is, and the GOP ain’t close. The “gay pro” position they got, apparently, but only by the hour, and only when no one’s looking.
“bizzarly…went to witness the ravages of the war he had opposed”
In Ann Coulter’s world, seeing the ravages of war makes you pro-war.
It’s hard to imagine how she could get any nastier, and yet she always manages to be. Tho I thought her faggot comment rather lame. Boy, is she ugly! The sexy clothes and attitude only makes her look worse. Since Rupug guys like that, one can’t be surprized by Jeff Gannon.
Going by mAnn’s “dead child = teh ghey”-thing, wouldn’t that mean… that… Rick Santorum is a great, big pooftah‽‽‽” E-freaking-gads!! I did not want to know that.
P.S. As someone mentioned on Atrios, I believe, at the moment, there’s a lovely picture of mAnn up at the Huffington Post (circa March 3rd) as a shrieking harpy, though that incarnation really belongs to Atlas Pam.
My personal theory is that Anna Nicole Smith was Ann Coulter’s “Dorian Grey” body, and it had all the food, six, children and elderly, elderly men Ann would like to have, but doesn’t, due to ideological reasons. Why is Ann still alive, then? IT IS A MYSTERY!!1!
Not “six,” damn it–SEX! Sex, damn it! I saw it just as I hit the “Submit” button! Feh! Feh! FEH!!1!
Actually, I’m kinda surprised one could say “gays are safe to mock”, after the big blowup over that stupid Snickers commercial (which wasn’t even mocking gays in the first place). Maybe safer,, but…
ech anyway it begs the question, how does she get away with it at all. The mind boggles.
I’ve figured out what bothers me about that photo. Ann’s on the wrong side of the shark. To be fair, the shark shouldn’t even be in the picture anymore.
Ann Coulter was weaned on a sewer rat! Vile is too kind a word to describe her. She needs to go back to the sewers where she belongs.
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Coulter reminds me of a line from King Lear when Edgar is generally screwed six ways to Sunday and he says:
“the worst is not
So long as we can say ‘This is the worst.’
Of course, he is anticipating now getting screwed seven ways to Sunday.
Everytime I think Coulter can’t be more despicable, vile and loathsome, she outdoes herself. Isn’t there some kind of equivalent to Mr. Creosote so at some point she will literally explode from her own bile? She’ll go for that last vicious “wahffer-theen meent.” With luck she will be on Fox when it happens.
I know you’ll probably just make fun of me for saying this, but don’t you think all this talk about how Ann is really a man and that’s disgusting, trans people are disgusting, is also wrong? I wish you wouldn’t use it, there are so many other fine ways to insult her.
I hope Edwards makes boatloads of money off of:
“Ann Coulter’s Ugly Crack.”
OK, OK, the “mAnn Coulter” and “Adam’s Apple Annie” bits are – admittedly – cheap-ass cracks, and nearly beneath any thinking person…
BUT…
[boy, am I gonna get in trouble for this]
…considering the trade AC deals in, literally ANY insult tossed her way is fine by me. And, yes, yea, I know that yelling, “Tranny, tranny!” isn’t any better than yelling, “Scat-nosed limpy-wristed fagwad!!1!”
OTOH, just who are the trans-whatever supposed to appeal to? On the rare, rare occasions in which they’ve looked enough like a woman to fool me (even in dim bar lighting), that totally turns me off. And when they look anywhere from a bit off to way-over-teh-top off, all that wig and makeup and rouge turn me off. Hell, even when I’ve run into an attractive, seemingly-masculine guy who turns out to be wearing women’s panties, it turns me off like a switch was thrown. So, who are these people trying to attract? Not me, since I’m looking for a head-to-toe guy (and, no, not one who turns out to have a clitoris). I assume the target varies by the person targeting, anything from closeted bisexuals to other cross-dressers. Many of the actual sex-change people, as opposed to the cross-dressers, might be looking for an ostensibly “straight” person of the newly-minted opposite sex.
BTW, currently, there’s a headline on CNN about the Coulter thing, and it says there’s controversy about her “gay smear.” WTF‽ Her intent wasn’t to smear gays… not that she likes gays, but she was trying to insult John Edwards. Why does CNN hat teh faghz‽!?‽
Well, I wouldn’t trash tans people. In fact, I once saw a female-to-male transsexual I found kinda hot, in a documentary Lee Grant directed that aired on cable a long time ago (can’t recall the title, or his name.)
I only question Ann’s gender because she says so many misogynistic things, it’s as if she’s unaware that she’s a woman. She doesn’t live up to the standards by which she judges other women, and appears to wish she were “one of the guys”.
And honestly-she DOES look kinda like a drag queen, except real drag queens have more class-and fewer issues. Plus, a real drag queen could kick her ass.
Um…”TRANS people”, not “tans people”, though I wouldn’t trash them either.
Marq,
There are in this world folks who are into dudes who look like ladies. Just…google. It’s a bit unsettling to contemplate at first, but hey, that’s what makes the world go ’round, I suppose. I used to live in Florida and, for a time, dated a girl from Key West. We went down there for some festival or another, and walking around, I saw all these drop-dead gorgeous women. My ladyfriend would point out a particularly stunning one and say, “That’s a guy.” No way, I’d say, but lo and behold, we’d get a little bit closer and, sure enough, dude looks like a lady.
I am a big dumbass country boy and don’t know from things like that. Back then – almost 10 years ago – I knew even less. It was indeed a revelation on a number of levels, particularly trying to wrap my mind around some cat taping up his boys so there’s no unsightly bulge whilest wearing his thong. Apparently, that just spoils the whole thing.
And for whatever it’s worth, I don’t think calling Coulter a “trans” in any sort of combination of words is a nice thing to do. In my mind, it’s basically saying, “Hey, you suck because you’re just like Group X, all of whom suck without question.” Got nothing to do with Coulter, but I’d hate to think some basically decent transexual or transvestive thought I hated his/her guts because he/she heard me compare him/her to Ann Coulter.
It’s just not a nice thing to do, so I don’t do it, but that’s just me. I realize politics is a dirty game and I realize someone as vile and asreprehensible and, frankly, as useless as human being as Coulter is doesn’t deserve a modicum of respect, even the barest of civility (which isn’t even directed at her). But I’m not Ann Coulter and, frankly, I see that as a bonus.
That’s just me, though. I don’t presume beyond that.
Mahn Dearie,
YAWN! Ho-hum. Snore. Snooze.
Her “wit” is on a par with an audience member from the Rush Limbaugh teevee show – arid, tired, flacid and CANCELED.
Expecting Republicans to be trapped in the bait n switch they’ve created for our side is not going to happen. These dicks do fake moral outrage well because they own the media.
When the Dems try to get some signs of decency and accountability out of these America fucking perps, they sound like Olive Oyls’ pappy wandering round the house droning, “you owe me an apology.”
Don’t hold your breath waiting for their rules to apply to them. They’re only meant to apply to us.
It’s way past time for a change in that losing dynamic.
Another stroke…
I do know a couple female-to-male transsexuals, though I’ve never been able to figure out a way to ask them about it that I was comfortable with. There is, to my mind anyway, a strikingly large number of them in/from Athens. I am curious as to the whys, but beyond the general “Hey, that’s what they wanna do, it makes ‘em happy, which makes me happy and beyond that, it’s none of my damn business”, I find it difficult to wrap my head around the concept.
In college, I had my first experiences with lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transvestites, transsexuals, polyamorists and all mannerisms of romantic travelers. As I said, I’m a dumbass country boy from rural Misssissippi, and we just don’t have such things there, not out in public anyway. It all fascinated me and I asked a lot of people questions about why they did what they did, how they felt about it and how they felt about how society viewed them. I realize now that in my big dumbass (but well-intentioned) country boy way, I was sometimes less-than-respectful of people in my questioning, and I wish to avoid that with my friends who’ve decided that they’d rather be men than women. It’s just a general curiosity, ’cause that’s what I do, wonder about things. In any event, my friends make their choices and when their choices make them happy, that’s all I care about. What I don’t understand don’t matter, really.
There is one thing, though. Two of ‘em have hit on me, and both were post-female. One of ‘em was pretty overt, flat out asking if I wanted to go home with him. I have to admit, the proposition resulted into a crashing derailment to my train of thought that my body language failed miserably to hide. My friend, however, was cool with it and revealed that he’d had a crush on me since before he was a he.
That was something of a stunner, too, since he was a pretty heavy duty “openly dyke”* lesbian when he was a she. I look like Willie Nelson, circa the Red-Headed Stranger album. That don’t make no sense a’tall to me, but it is always nice to know someone actually would have sex with you when you’re as astoundingly unattractive as I am.
* Apologies to George Carlin.
Anna, I don’t know that anyone’s going to make fun of you. They shouldn’t. It’s a legitimate concern, and one that’s been addressed repeatedly here and elsewhere.

This is one of those things we do get into a lot. Myself, I’m schizophrenic. And personally, I think Dubya Bush is, too, among other toys in his attic. Of course, I know that schizophrenia is not some sort of character flaw: in the invaluable words of Leo the Lop, “Normal is what you are!” And I accept that Bush’s biggest problem is likely to be a completely different issue, like, you know, the fact that he’s an asshole. And it could be argued that schizophrenic people and the otherwise mentally ill have enough social stigma without trying to tie George Bush to them. In fact, I’ve argued that. But that doesn’t mean it’s automatically untrue.

The thing is, Coulter, like it or not, in addition to being an incredibly vicious person, does have obvious gender issues, the misogyny and ambiguous personal habits being the biggest ones for me.
I don’t personally like to go after her for her admittedly somewhat masculine appearance, but after the string of fag comments she’s known for, I’m not really willing to chew out those who do. And I don’t actually entirely think it’s fair to go after people for their appearance anyway, but Coulter has made any number of comments on other peoples’ appearances. Sauce for the goose, as they say.

I’m also aware that a number of women firmly believe that women shouldn’t have been allowed the vote, and that being a misogynist woman is not *necessarily* a pointer to gender identity issues.
Not to mention that who people date or sleep with is for the most part none of my business, except where Coulter has spent the last several years attempting to make it *everyone’s* business who other people date or sleep with.

I’m still further aware that you are not defending Coulter but pointing out that it’s an insult to the transgendered to be lumped with her, which is both fair and thoughtful and should be treated as a reasonable comment. Though it is also pretty funny, but I tend to find a lot of social stigmas funny while vehemently disputing the underlying stereotype, so I hope you’re not offended. But it doesn’t seem to me to be too likely that any of the regulars here will actively make fun of you for your comment, though some may be irritated at having to debate it again. That’s not your fault, nor really your problem, I don’t think.

My point here, which will be apparent to everybody who knows me, is that I haven’t got a clue how to resolve this debate. To be fair, I’ve seen this argument on literally dozens of blogs, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone make a case that created a consensus stance. I somewhat doubt anyone ever will, or that we’ll all develop a coherent position on whether calling Dubya crazy is an insult to the mentally ill, or calling people chickenhawks is wrong, or making fat jokes is inherently intolerant, or any of a million other occasions where genuinely sympathetic people sincerely feel that something is needlessly hurtful to any particular group that the original comment may not have focused on.

But at least we’re capable of having these discussions, and trying to see different points of view, and trying to determine if our attitudes could be more empathetic towards each other as humans. Which, incidentally, is what I’ve always defined as “being PC”–basic manners and attempts at genuine understanding. People like Coulter assume that it is a straightjacket we try to force on each other to make everyone conform. It’s not. It’s a handrail down the extremely steep and dark, cluttered stairs that is a diverse society.

It’s that lack of understanding that makes Coulter what she is, and that makes so many of us want to respond to her in kind. Turning the other cheek is hard enough, but when we start discussing how tolerant we have to be toward the intolerant, it can seem like nothing more than a trap.

On the off chance someone does make fun of you for your comments, which I hope they don’t, haven’t seen anyone do, and don’t think they will, that may be why.

I’m not a lot of help, am I?
OK, I admit it. My previous comment was throwing a grenade into a henhouse, as it were. Feathers were bound to be ruffled.
And, yes, I know perfectly well why different people are attracted to each other, even tranny grannies and fatty Mclardingtons; and it’s different strokes for dif-no, strike that. The reason is exactly the same in everyone: it’s because of the way we’re wired. And, yes, as Matt T. noted above, unless someone is putting on a heck of an acting job, body language nearly always gives the game away. In my life, I’ve learned two extremely useful things: 1.) Hitting on really, really straight guys is pretty damned useless. Even if they’re drunk.
2.) There are a lot of bisexual people.
A.
Lot.
Perhaps I’ll tone things down a little so as not to accidently insult a group I don’t intend to insult… like fatties. But, everyone, keep in mind that in future, any insults hurled Ann Coulter’s way are intended solely for Ann “herself.”
Ah, fuck!
Oh, and from my previous comment… “Why does CNN hat teh faghz‽!?‽” should have been “Why does CNN hate teh faghz‽!?‽” Correcting typos is a hobby of mine during teh winter months…
…and during the summer, too.
Woo! Between me, D. Sidhe, and Matt T., it’s Long Comment Night™ here at WO’C!!1! Wooooo!!1!!!1!eleventy-one!
Well Marq and Sildhe, as a feminist, I heart what you say. Might I add, that if you’re not part of the problem (that is self described progressive boys hurling epithets used traditionally against people they purport to defend) then, you needn’t apologize.
I’ve seen and participated in the worn out discussions on some femmy blogs about the coulter-sadly discussions. The same ole same ole. We needn’t dredge it all up here.
I also have to say that the initial post did very well at sticking to the issue and not denigrating into that shit bucket of privileged progressive boy misogyny – “I can say it cause I use it this way and not that way and you understand right?”
Just to add also that I understand about Coulter’s misogyny, but only a woman so wrapped up in patriarchal cellophane would not hear everyday, dripping from another woman’s mouth, misogyny that would make Rush boy proud. We feminists oft wonder ourselves and must pause to remember that it only indicates how far women have yet to come.
And please spare me about out getting the vote, I mean can we stop thanking men for that which they never really ‘gave’ us already?
damn it, typing on a laptop keyboard caused me to hit enter when I meant to edit.
[...] Tying it all together, you wonder?  Ann is on TV a lot.  But her schtick groweth old, and the lovely people at World O’ Crap put her problem succinctly. [...]
If you ask me, it seems that Ann suffers from a little something called “Serena Joy Syndrome”. Much like the fictional character in “The Handmaid’s Tale”, Ann is probably anti-women because it gives her power, attention, and pats on the back from the men on her side and all while believing that the rules she imposes on others will never apply to her. And when Serena’s side won, she lost everything she took for granted: her job, any independant accounts, and her freedom.
>> Actually, I’m kinda surprised one could say “gays are safe to mock”, after the big blowup over that stupid Snickers commercial (which wasn’t even mocking gays in the first place). Maybe safer,, but…
Gah, weird formatting. Sorry.
Actually, I’m kinda surprised one could say “gays are safe to mock”, after the big blowup over that stupid Snickers commercial (which wasn’t even mocking gays in the first place). Maybe safer,, but…
See, here’s the thing about that Snickers blowback. On the blogosphere, the big reaction was against the commercial for perceived homophobia. But in the real world, most of the complaints I was hearing came from people who were disgusted at them having allowed two men to kiss on-screen (and that includes the reactions of the football players they recorded and posted on the Snickers website). So it’s kind of hard to tell which crowd it was that really overreacted the most.
Yo, Marq, mi amigo, tread carefully. You wander the minefield, you can end up sauted. If I’ve learned anything in the last couple of days on the t00bz, it’s that the the right wing does not have exclusivity over the looney brigade.
Yonder there be monsters!!
mikey
Ann strikes me almost as a character from an H. P. Lovecraft story. As the years go on, she becomes crazier and crazier, eventually devolving into a gibbering maniac intent on preparing the world for the Old Ones’ return. The more press exposure she gets, the more she feels the need to be “outrageous”, continually upping the ante until she has no choice but to descend into howling obscurity.
Or at least, one can hope.
And while I admit that I snicker at the “mAnn” comments, none of the trans people I’ve met have ever been as socially maladjusted as Coulter. And most of them are prettier.
Well, now, of course, Republicans would never tout their families in campaigns, would they?
Surrrrrrrrrrrrrrre, Dick Cheney never talks about his (cue dancing card girls) LESBIAN DAUGHTER ever, of course?
No, of course not! Goodness knows Republicans would never trot out family for political points…
It’s an interesting gambit–you charge a politician with being a member of some group, and when you’re called on it, you say “Hey, I wasn’t bashing the group, I was bashing the politician!” Thus inviting your audience to overlook the fact that the comment about the politician can only be seen as “bashing” if the group you’ve lumped him in with is already scorned.
But the stranger aspect to this story is the venom toward Edwards and Gore for being survivors of family tragedies. Compare with her comments about World Trade Center widows, and the inescapable conclusion is that she’s prejudiced against the bereaved.
Is there even a name for that? Much less an explanation? Discuss amongst yourselves.
Well, trashfire, the only name for that I can come up with is ‘ASSHOLE’.
Here’s a present for s.z.: earlier today, for about a second, CNN ran a particularly “untalented transvestite”-looking pic of Ann. Yecch. Really captures the whole Coulter “look,” dunnit? Don’t know how long the link will work–if you *dare*!
…except, you can’t see her hands. Ah, well.
Matt T., I’ll bet you’re actually very cute. And articulate!
It also is a balm to one’s soul to find out that someone–someone, anyone!–finds you’re attractive. Some of the happiest moments in my twenties came when a few guys who’d been too shy to hit on me in high school finally did.
The idea of mAnn having sex with anyone, anything, makes me wince. Except for, perhaps, the Black & Decker portable power drill I have in the basement. The very idea of pimping a wild, sweet coupling between mAnn and the seldom-used drill here at Casa Biscuitbarrel makes me grin.
Hey, I live right here in Washington. Anything’s possible, right? Apart from interesting my fellow Biscuitbarrels in home repairs, that is?
Now, now. I’ve reconsidered: perhaps it is wrong of us mock Ann Coulter for her appearance. After all, she can’t help how she looks-it’s one the disadvantages of being the walking undead that she doesn’t cast a reflection. So let’s pity her, shall we?
My that picture of Anne brought back memories. Actually, nightmares of when I was hanging out with some pretty intense meth freaks back around 69. Walking dead, Bill S. Absolutely. But really wired walking dead. I sort of like that picture because it captures the utter vacancy of her soul. She looks so crazy in that picture, like she is just looking for a gerbil so she can gnaw on it’s head. Sorry, no pity.
not even for the gerbil?
Well, the gerbil, of course.
[...] World O Crap. Republicans, conservatives, let me ask: if she doesn’t speak for you, why is she still hired to speak to you? [...]
Elaine Boosler, standing in for Stephanie on The Stephanie Miller Show (radio) yesterday, proposed that from now on we all practice the phrase “Republican spokeswoman Ann Coulter.” Attach that descriptor to her name every time, and make them deny it.
Pleeeese! I’m so sick of seeing AC’s ugly face and chlorine hair when I check out your blog. Please put some kitty pics up! Or a picture of a toilet, or something…better.
… and another thing. Ms. Coulter has quite mannish features- that square jaw, adam’s apple, big square hands. But she wears a sexy black dress all the time, has dyed blond hair, and her ‘image’ is of a sex symbol. Therefore I think she is deserving of any and all ridicule, including being compared to a transvestite. Tho I can understand the transvestite being offended.
There’s something I’ve noticed recently, as Coulter has aged just a bit. She is a hick. Except for the blonde hair, she has the features of Daddy’s little Tobacco Road pump-puppet, complete with tits and ribs you can count. Photoshop her into some Tom Joad shit and you’ll see it. Her name is actually a dead giveaway (cp. Wendell Berry’s novel of 1940s redneckism in Kentucky, “Nathan Coulter” in which teachers are beaten for embarrassing “schoolkids” with hard questions).
Coulter’s face also appears (continually) about to break into heartrending “Shane”-like sobs. It’s in her eyes. When you Photoshop her into B&D suits, you energize her. But if you put her in a T-shirt with a Raggedy Ann in hand at the doorway of a trailer…her eyes are scanning the horizon for a Daddy who isn’t coming home.
Amen and amen again to D.Sidhe (as always), Marq, and especially Yaoi Huntress Earth.
But seeing the online nic which I adopted, lo, those many moons ago, I figure that I get to weigh in a bit, even at this late date.
To any and all whom I might have offended in all these years of demanding a recount on mAnn Coulter, St. Ann Of The Codpiece, et al, here’s how I feel about it: I wasn’t talking about YOU.
mAnn makes its/shim’s life’s “work” (that shim gets paid for such ignorance is a crime against shim’s beloved capitalism) by fomenting hatred, ignorance, violence, and all other things vastly wrong and evil. mAnn Coulter has not one original “thought” to foist upon the populace, not one actual concept beyond greed, hatred, etc., not one real true THING to offer the world. And of all of the human beings that shim likes to defame most, transsexuals/transgendered/homosexuals/bisexuals/etc. get it the worst. mAnn Coulter just absofuckinglutely LOVES to hurt people who’ve got it difficult enough in this lifetime and who’ve never done a fucking THING to shim, and frankly, if the 9/11 widows weren’t bad enough, to watch the way that shim slings around the word, “faggot” and so forth, to see how she refers to people of non-majority sexual identities as LESS THAN HUMAN ought to disgust every thinking person in this country.
You throw shit on people, you get shit back. Think of it as the Cliff’s Notes of Karma. I do not seek to defame drag queens, transsexuals, or anyone else of a non-majority sexuality (depending on who’s doing the counting) by calling mAnn Coulter out. And believe me, nothing would give me more joy than to OUT that asinine motherfucker, if we could just figure out what in the HELL that it IS. But to watch the way that this craven harpie shrieks about everybody ELSE’S sex lives (unless they’re republicunts and/or cath-o-licks, of course, ’cause no republicunts have EVER gotten kinky, fey, perverted, adulturous or anything else not dictated by the Old Testament, certainly!), well, Shim’s Askin’ For It.
I do not purport to suggest that we here are “doing gawd’s work” or “enforcing” instant karma on anyone, I merely suggest that how we treat mAnn Coulter seems, to me, a purely natural reaction to a singular creature of such unmittigated ignorance, gall, and undisguised hatred. You see something ugly/horrific, you make a horrified face. This is our natural reaction to that anorexic, Adam’s Appled nightmare. Which isn’t to say that we’re hereby condoning homophobia or any other forms of discrimination against people of non-hetero identities, certainly not.
We just absofuckinglutely LOATHE that monstrously ugly motherfucker, and we’re dying of curiosity to see what’s under the Grim Reaper’s hand-me-downs.