Sweet, sweet Ann
She is quite possibly the most divisive figure in the public eye. But love her or hate her, you don't know the real Ann Coulter
By JOHN CLOUD
Posted Sunday, April 17, 2005
Ann Coulter and I were well into a bottle of white Bordeaux—and I believe she was chewing her fourth piece of Nicorette—when it happened. From what little I knew of her—mainly her propensity for declamations such as "liberals love America like O.J. loved Nicole"—I thought it impossible for Coulter to blush. Many of her fans would later tell me it was her fearlessness they admired, her fully unburdened sense of outrage against liberalism, against anyone left of Joseph McCarthy (whom Coulter flattered in her best-selling book Treason: Liberal Treachery from the Cold War to the War on Terrorism).
Then they went back to her apartment to watch a DVD.
While they were watching Amilie, Coulter remarked how lonely she was, how it was so hard to find a boyfriend. Cloud then mentioned that his career created the same problems.
Two hours later, Cloud left the apartment more than motivated to write a glowing piece about Coulter, although he would have to leave out the part about her firm breasts, soft kisses and giggling orgasms. I bet he knows Coulter real well....
Because unless there was pussy involved, how could he write such an unhinged article. Coulter's racist screeds are legendary. The real Ann Coulter would have led a lynch mob at Ol' Miss. She would have fed Joe McCarthy his booze.
What the fuck is up with Time anyway. They name the assholes at Powerline best blog, now this. What's next, a guide to scaring the shit out of judges and glowing articles on Jenna and Not Jenna?
posted by Steve @ 12:00:00 AM