Investigative journalist Greg Palast has a message for Ann Coulter:
You accuse those who don’t sign on to your list of prejudices as the Lord’s enemies. That’s not original, Anne: the Taliban thought of it before you and they too were partial to dressing in black.
You want to talk about Godless? OK, let’s go:
Would the Lord lie us into a war?
Would the Lord let thousands drown in New Orleans while chilling at a golf resort?
Would the Lord have removed tens of thousands of Black soldiers from the voter rolls as the Republican Party did in 2004?
You talk about being “Christian” — but with all your zeal to fire up electric chairs and Abrams tanks, you sound more like a Roman.
I suggest this, Anne: let’s debate. Set the time, set the place, and I’ll be there. Nose to nose, my facts versus your fanaticism.
But I know you don’t have the guts to do anything but lob idiocies from your electronic Fox-hole.
Your new book is called, “Godless.” Your autobiography should be called, “Gutless.”
She’s a really, really, really nice person. I blame the liberal media for distorting her image.
I would pay to see someone throw a pie in her face.
This lady gives Religios Right, Neocon, Fascism a bad name!
Maybe captain or viva can marry this “lady”. Match made in heaven ….
I just came across this wonderful satirical piece taking off Coulter’s bile:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/steve-young/children-with-terminal-ca_b_22718.html
Children with Terminal Cancer Using Their Disease to Get Sympathy: A Satire by Ann Coulter
Steve Young
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Chapter 12 – Like We’re Supposed To Care?
I have never seen children enjoying their incurable diseases so much.
It seems to be all the rage for witches of want with a so-called “terrible illness” to try and turn their maladies into some sort of whining, cause-celeb begathon for medicines and research to cure their condition or relieve their pain.
Okay, you have an irreversible disease. So did Al Capone. It doesn’t make you some martyr.
First of all, we call these conditions terminal for a reason and spending time and good money on a cure for something terminal seems be a rather wasteful use of good research that might be better used for curing something curable.
Prior to getting leukemia or malignant tumors — or whatever it is they say they have — these children didn’t seem to have a single problem with disease, much less expecting the rest of America to take time away from creating a strong economic base for healthy kids to take advantage of. An economy that these taking-up-needed-space-in-hospices cry-babies could also have access to if they wouldn’t be so selfish and lived healthfully.
Now, it seems that the world is supposed to drop everything because these weakened weebles weren’t careful enough to properly count the number of red or white blood cells that could cohabit peacefully without killing each other off.
Why must we be forced to wear some synthetic, sterilized mask every time one of these kids cry “Mommy.” I’m not their mommy and I don’t care to be. If the families of these money-sucking bedridden cretins choose to parent them, don’t ask me to support them. I don’t ask them to buy my satin-black Chanel. You want someone to come to your child’s bed, ask Bill Clinton for a donation. I’m sure Monica Lewinsky’s mom and dad would have.
If I ever choose to have someone else’s child I’d first make damn sure that it would be a healthy child, something the so-called grieving parents of these children might have thought of before jumping into bed with some syphilitic, affliction-carrier.
If you can’t raise a sick child without outside help, don’t have one. And if you choose to have one, don’t expect society to be shedding a tear or a dollar, for that matter, to help you with the problem. It’s forced victimhood and welfare tears for the cripples, retards and hopelessly contaminated that the liberal elite continues to perpetuate so that the sick will keep from being well. At least a welfare queen uses her money for some nice wheels which while driving her to some free cheese wagon, drives the economy, and tell me General Motors and Detroit wouldn’t be happy with that.
Parents of the perpetually sick just throw good money after bad. If the child is going to die, dragging it out isn’t going to make her or him any more alive.
People will defend the screams of agony from these health-wannabes with a liberal doctrine of infallibility, saying that we can’t question their neediness because they’re sick or are going to suffer some horrible death. Their shelf-life is dwindling. Don’t be surprised to see whatever is left of this sicklings soon stripping off their feeding tubes and bandages on the pages of Playboy.
A disease is medical condition. It deserves a medical professional’s response. But these kids and parents cut commercials against second hand smoke or air pollution. It’s bad enough that we have to hear Al Gore doing an Ed Begley in the Ciniplex and blather on about his sister’s death. Do we also have to see sick children on the screen while I’m trying to eat?
What these kids and their parents are doing is ruining everything America stands for. You wonder why they aren’t rolling their hospital beds up to Canada to wait in line with the rest of the draft-dodgers.
It makes me want to throw up even more than I want to already.
John Murtha should only be a terminally-ill child, then maybe we can get on with winning this war.
Chapter 13: Being A Good Christian.
Ann’s Events Coming Up: I will to be pimped on Sean Hannity this week and coddled by Bill Maher when he returns.
Remember to watch.
Steve Young is author of Great Failures of the Extremely Successfuland can be read every Sunday on the L.A. Daily News Oped Page right above Bill O’Reilly.