Man, am I glad I decided to dump Ann Coulter.
Breakups are hard, sure, but when your ex starts spewing crazy like a Roman candle, the lunacy coming off her in waves, it makes things so much easier.
Ann believes we should all be Christian, and that Jews should convert as to make them "perfect." Or some such bullshit.
Oh, and the twat has a book out. I won't link to it. I'm through selling books for her.
Honestly, what do people see in her? I am not an easy man to offend, yet I recoil just about every time she opens her mouth. I don't even want to sleep with her. Anymore.
And yet this broad keeps getting TV gigs, public speaking engagements, book deals. She will not be denied.
Though this time she may have gone too far. Irregardless of what the Wikipedia says, I suspect there may be some members of the Tribe who wield some influence in television and publishing. Maybe they can smoke her out.
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Sorry to hear about your breakup, but that first night you spent together resulted in some of the best prose I've ever read on a blog. I have the whole thing memorized. It only gets better after this bit of foreplay:
Coulter was standing over me, looking skeptically at my reading material.
‘The Grapes of Wrath, huh?’
‘Yes’ I said, faking composure. ‘It’s fantastic.’
‘It’s a fantastic primer for vacuous proto-Communists everywhere,’ she said dismissively.
‘I don’t know about that..’
She sighed. ‘I don’t have enough ink in my pen to keep a running list of what you don’t know. May I?’ She motioned to the empty chair next to me.
‘Of course.’ It would be fair to say my voice trembled a little.
She sat and said nothing. Ann Coulter evidently takes an unappreciative view of small talk. That she was eager to continue antagonizing me became evident when I re-opened my recently-insulted book to resume reading.
A young man passed in a t-shirt proclaiming ‘Iraq Nam’. She stopped him. ‘1. Haircut. 2. Shower. 3. Get a job, you sniveling hippy,’ she glowered. ‘You’re probably too high to remember that, so write it down--if you can write.’
He looked at her with dismay and scampered away like a kicked cat.
She turned to me with bloodlust.
She gave me herpes.
That is the funniest thing I have ever read. Thanks, Percy. That blog of yours is pretty assfucking funny, too.
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