Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Just Wondering.

Has anyone other than m'ownself noticed that Ann Coulter -- once a prime specimen of red-blooded, conservative, gun-toting, "Rightgrrrrl" fuckability; once a beautiful and insightful woman (her Yankee origins notwithstanding), whose golden mane any man would gladly have caressed while groaning: "Oh yeah, baby! Just like that! You do that so well! A little more to the right! Now talk The Federalist to me!" -- has "morphed" into the very spirit and image of a " 'head'-for-backstage-pass", anorexic, neocunt, crack-whore?

I was just wondering.

It's a fucking tragic thing to behold.

She had a gifted mind, one that served the conservative/libertarian/individualist cause defiantly and articulately during the long, dark night of the Clinton regime.

What a mind! What a spirit!

Her defense of Joseph McCarthy was brilliant.

The new asshole which she kindly and generously opted to tear yet another asshole -- Al Franken, the Sean Hannity of the tree-hugging, bone-smoking, baby-raper crowd known as "democrats"-- was a marvel to behold.

The post-9/11 article that led neocon "Überschlitz" Jonah Goldberg to send her packing from "the house that Buckley built" was vicious and off-the-mark, but impassioned and sincere.

And then everything went to hell.

Pity, that.

As the neocon cause crumbles into dust and she and her puppet-masters hand the country to the commies (democrats) on a silver platter, it occurs to me that her once scintillating mind has calcified as badly as fossilized dinosaur shit, and that I -- the ultimate, id-driven "horndog" -- wouldn't fuck her with your dick and your retard cousin pumpin'.

That ain't good. I'm usually so horny that the crack of dawn aint' safe.

But not when it comes to Ann Coulter, more's the pity. Upon reading anything she's had to say for the last three years, ol' Willie the one-eyed, white "wonder weasel" has opted to chase other chickens, claiming that "not-so-gentle Annie's" words -- and her very image -- prevent him from choking even his own...

Good night, sleep tight, and don't let the crab-lice bite.

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