Queen of the Diatribe

Politics is politics. Anything below the belt is still in the strike zone. But Anne “Fisheye” Coulter? And her stated opinion that the Jews owe their survival to their ability to pander?

Is this politics? Or reportage? Or just the shit/hate -filled exhaust that is a natural byproduct of this unstoppable, unappetizing motor mouth?

If Ms. (short for misfit) Coulter’s theory is valid, perhaps it’s also true that blondes owe their survival (even those whose black roots are only wannabes) to their ability to be hurtful to those who have had their fill of being wounded and just can't die off fast enough to suit some people.

This queen of the diatribe, who needs only a blinking red light to begin giving talking head, has smirked her way through countless harangues, accumulating thousands of frequent liar miles in the process, her skirt hiked up as far as indecency allows (given how sex appalling she is, that act is about as enticing as being flashed by a eunuch in a raincoat), this female and human impersonator has expressed her shock that TIME has done a hatchet job on her appearance. As if a magazine could improve on what nature had already botched.

May I suggest to Ms. (short for misanthrope) Coulter, the Lizzie Borden of journalism, that, rather than uglify her, TIME (along with its lower case counterpart) has simply revealed that her unattractiveness is not merely skin deep; that hers goes all the way down to that cavity that for most other people serves as the housing for the heart?

And now, if you'll forgive me, I must get back to my pandering, although I, for one, will never forgive Ms. C. (for you know what), who, along with her sister, went off to the ball, leaving Cinderella all alone to do the chores.