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1/10/2008

Because It Needs to Be Said (Regarding Ann Coulter's Dead Father):
Let's keep this brief so as not to be too unseemly:

...in her latest column (if
by "column," you mean, "a chronicle of internal damnation and derangement
that makes Dante's Inferno seem like a perfectly nice way to spend a
Saturday afternoon"), Ann Coulter mourns the death of her father by writing
a brief biography of the man. Yes, it is sad to lose a parent, but, and it's
gotta be said since Coulter celebrates her dad's accomplishments, this guy
was a douchebag of the first order whose life explains a lot about Coulter's
own insanity and cruelty.

You can read the whole bizarro thing, about how John Coulter judged Ann's
dates, about how he shot squirrels in his backyard, about how he threatened
his son if he took some fruity sociology course in college, about how he was
a real-deal hunter of Soviet spies for the FBI, no doubt contributing to his
daughter's perverse desire to fellate Joseph McCarthy's fibia. But most
telling is Coulter's description of how her father helped break the Arizona
Copper Mine Strike against Phelps Dodge in 1983. Scribbles Coulter, "In the
early 1980s, as vice president and labor lawyer for Phelps Dodge copper
company, Father broke a strike against the company, which culminated in the
largest union decertification ever -- at that time and perhaps still.
President Reagan had broken the air traffic controllers' strike in 1981. But
unions recognized that it was the breaking of the Phelps Dodge strike a few
years later that landed the greater blow." That included the eviction of
striking families from company houses. The later decertification of the
union is described by Coulter as a "happy ending." But, don't worry,
because, as Coulter says, despite his hatred of unions, "he had more respect
for genuine working men than anyone I've ever known." In other words, John
Coulter huffed deeply from the crotch of J. Edgar Hoover's pantyhose, and he
liked what he smelled.

The most fucked-up thing is that anyone normal reading this obituary would
think, Christ, what an *****. But Coulter's oblivious, and the joke's on
her and on her father's corpse. Obviously, Coulter's life has been an
attempt to live up to her father's legacy of paranoia and propping up of the
powerful. But he at least walked the walk, ***** though he may have
been. Coulter carries on his tradition by providing cover and comfort for
savage conservatives, the rhetorical equivalent of a talking diaper, begging
to be ***** on. No man was good enough for Ann, according to Father, but she
kept trying to please him by going after those fucking liberals, since
there's no commies left. Alas, the entropy of hatreds, instilled by dear old
Dad of the Greatest Generation.

Oh, tender eyes and ears, is this a bit cruel, to beat up on Ann Coulter
when her father kicked less than a week ago? Then you didn't read Coulter's
column to the last line, where she says, "Now Daddy is with Joe McCarthy and
Ronald Reagan. I hope they stop laughing about the Reds long enough to talk
to God about smiting some liberals for me." Tee-hee, it's a joke, innit? How
Coulter wishes us all dead? The kind of thing that'd probably make the old
man laugh. ***** her and her brute of a father. He's in hell now, alongside
Reagan and McCarthy, getting raped by barbed-***** demons with his daughter's
face. Kind of like the rest of us.


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http://rudepundit.blogspot.com/
1/10/2008
Because It Needs to Be Said (Regarding Ann Coulter's Dead Father):
Let's keep this brief so as not to be too unseemly: in her latest column
(if by "column," you mean, "a chronicle of internal damnation and
derangement that makes Dante's Inferno seem like a perfectly nice way to
spend a Saturday afternoon"), Ann Coulter mourns the death of her father
by writing a brief biography of the man. Yes, it is sad to lose a parent,
but, and it's gotta be said since Coulter celebrates her dad's
accomplishments, this guy was a douchebag of the first order whose life
explains a lot about Coulter's own insanity and cruelty.

You can read the whole bizarro thing, about how John Coulter judged Ann's
dates, about how he shot squirrels in his backyard, about how he
threatened his son if he took some fruity sociology course in college,
about how he was a real-deal hunter of Soviet spies for the FBI, no doubt
contributing to his daughter's perverse desire to fellate Joseph
McCarthy's fibia. But most telling is Coulter's description of how her
father helped break the Arizona Copper Mine Strike against Phelps Dodge in
1983. Scribbles Coulter, "In the early 1980s, as vice president and labor
lawyer for Phelps Dodge copper company, Father broke a strike against the
company, which culminated in the largest union decertification ever -- at
that time and perhaps still. President Reagan had broken the air traffic
controllers' strike in 1981. But unions recognized that it was the
breaking of the Phelps Dodge strike a few years later that landed the
greater blow." That included the eviction of striking families from
company houses. The later decertification of the union is described by
Coulter as a "happy ending." But, don't worry, because, as Coulter says,
despite his hatred of unions, "he had more respect for genuine working men
than anyone I've ever known." In other words, John Coulter huffed deeply
from the crotch of J. Edgar Hoover's pantyhose, and he liked what he
smelled.

The most fucked-up thing is that anyone normal reading this obituary would
think, Christ, what an *****. But Coulter's oblivious, and the joke's on
her and on her father's corpse. Obviously, Coulter's life has been an
attempt to live up to her father's legacy of paranoia and propping up of
the powerful. But he at least walked the walk, ***** though he may
have been. Coulter carries on his tradition by providing cover and comfort
for savage conservatives, the rhetorical equivalent of a talking diaper,
begging to be ***** on. No man was good enough for Ann, according to
Father, but she kept trying to please him by going after those fucking
liberals, since there's no commies left. Alas, the entropy of hatreds,
instilled by dear old Dad of the Greatest Generation.

Oh, tender eyes and ears, is this a bit cruel, to beat up on Ann Coulter
when her father kicked less than a week ago? Then you didn't read
Coulter's column to the last line, where she says, "Now Daddy is with Joe
McCarthy and Ronald Reagan. I hope they stop laughing about the Reds long
enough to talk to God about smiting some liberals for me." Tee-hee, it's a
joke, innit? How Coulter wishes us all dead? The kind of thing that'd
probably make the old man laugh. ***** her and her brute of a father. He's
in hell now, alongside Reagan and McCarthy, getting raped by barbed-*****
demons with his daughter's face. Kind of like the rest of us.


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