“In the wake of Dean’s success, the entire Democratic Dream Team is beginning to sound like Dr. Demento. On the basis of their recent pronouncements, the position of the Democratic Party seems to be that Saddam Hussein did not hit us on 9-11, but Halliburton did.”
-Ann Coulter, scheming psychotic monster. My jaw is absolutely on the floor. (via This Modern World)
My prescription is this: Coulter has to go on every single right-wing talk show on Fox and defend her statement about Saddam Hussein. Then she and Michael Moore should be locked in a county jail interrogation room together for two hours, and the results taped and then broadcast on “Good Morning America.” Then she should be tied to an anthill, covered in honey, for several days. Then thrown in jail.
Yeah, that’s about it.
Yeah, that’s pretty bad.
The problem, obviously, isn’t how to make Ann Coulter stop lying. Isn’t gonna happen.
The problem isn’t how to make it so no one believes her when she says stuff like this. Likewise, isn’t gonna happen.
The problem is how to reduce to the smallest possible number the people who fall for this. Or, conversely, how to educate as many people as possible to the point where they no longer fall for it.
That’s a big job. But we’ve got some help. For example, I’m just now finishing up Al Franken’s new book (“Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them”). It totally rocks. It’s not just funny (though it is pretty funny). It’s actually very well-researched and thorough in its debunking of the worst examples of this creeping Coulterism that’s been infecting our culture lo these past few decades. It’s also direct, humble, common-sensical, and readable, sucht that it might actually sway some folks in the Great Middle away from the darkness and toward the light. (Which is more than I can say for some of the other books in that genre I’ve been reading lately, like Conason’s “Big Lies” and Miller’s “The Bush Dyslexicon”, both of which are serious, well-intentioned books that cover much of the same ground but which, unfortunately, do a much poorer job than Franken’s in the key area of being accessible to the not-yet-convinced).
Anyway, I was thinking about this some already, and feel an overlong post on my weblog coming up, so thanks for giving me the extra incentive by bringing this particular shocker to my attention.
I loved the running bit in Franken’s book that “there’s something seriously wrong with Ann Coulter,” (even God says so). If you’ve listened to the Limbaugh/O’Reilly/Coulter nasty personal attacks on lefties, Franken’s slaps back at them are hilarious.
Ants are God’s creatures too; God made ants as much as he made you and me. Ants don’t have much, but ants have self-respect. Even covered with honey, what causes you to imagine that ants would bite?
Well, I’ll know how to recognize you, Mitchell, if ever I see you in public: you’ll be the one in the blue scullery maid’s outfit, with bluebirds on her shoulders and a frolicking troupe of woodland creatures at her dainty heels.
Um. Army ants? Fire ants? Carpenter ants?
Or are you just funnier than I am?
Neither. I’m just more abstruse than you are. I was referring to Mr. Blust recommendations regarding the disposition of Ms. Coulter. This involved, among much else, tying her “to an anthill, covered in honey, for several days” prior to throwing her in jail. Not that I think it’s liable to happen, regrettably.
And what I do with my blue scullery maid’s outfit is my own business.
She redefines witch, and to what degree we should suffer them. It’s almost enough to make me wish for an afterlife, just to see where she ends up.