October 5, 2007

What a c*nt!

Hysterical commentary on the syphilitic ooze-hole's hate-screed strip-"tease"

"The media attention given to Ann Coulter's staggeringly ghastly publications actually seems to be in direct proportion to the amount of her flesh on display on the cover."

The vulgarity continues with the again sleeveless but seriously scooped tight black dress cover of Godless, the godlessness apparently represented by the gold cross hanging just above the inch or so of tits revealed by the low neck. If the advance publicity is any guide, the new Liberal Brains book removes any doubt that Ann's can stand up without a brassiere, displaying the mysteriously ever-more youthful Ann in a low cut skin tight dress with skinny spaghetti straps.

Ann is hardly the first female author to try to sell her work with titillating pictures of herself. But usually such author photos accompany, say, memoirs of anal sex, like ex-ballerina Toni Bentley's Surrender, rather than screeds on behalf of a political movement deeply rooted in American religious and social conservatism. Like the image of senator Larry Craig in the men's room, Ann Coulter's increasing nudity is revolting mostly because it stands in such contrast to the sexual pieties of the political movement she purports to represent. Will Jerry Falwell now have to consider whether Muslim fundamentalists hate the US because of the pornographic photographs on the covers of right-wing political diatribes?

In the takeaway line from this year's offering, Coulter recommends Hillary Clinton's candidacy so that a woman will be sitting at the Oval Office desk rather than under it. I'm no fan of Monica Lewinsky, but at least she didn't roll out of bed and climb out from under a rock simultaneously.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Heh. So she's finally replaced that crusty black cocktail dress, which can probably stand up by itself in a corner without visible support, with ANOTHER, skimpier, black cocktail dress that she'll wear day and night, and sleep in, till it, too, becomes stiff with the dried drool of her "fans."