For whom does she speak?

I was going to post this with commentary. I think for now I will just let it speak for itself.

Comments

Skick said…
I am afraid this will have to be the first of your posts that I do not read, err... I mean watch. I have sworn off watching anything said or reading anything written by anorexic alien women who use the rights and liberties fought for and given to them by previous generations of activist women, in order to stand before both men and women and belch baseless ridicule at others for also using such liberties and rights, but for meaningful purposes.

I have found that doing so has reduced the occurrences of heartburn, uncontrollable rage and malicious thoughts and plotting. At this time no adverse effects have been noticed. :)
October 12, 2007 8:25 AM
Paul Strasko said…
Normally i have the same policy -- unfortunately what she says about Jews in this one is indicative of such a frightening direction of rhetoric -- if she was fringe i wouldn't bother -- but she has been made mainstream and, well, this is just plain frightening.
October 12, 2007 9:03 AM
thelyamhound said…
In the end, I truly hope Coulter speaks only for Coulter. It's possible that the self is all any individual truly speaks for, strive as we may to address the universal or the transphenomenal.

Still and all, this is really unnerving, and more pervasive than I think anyone realizes. There's a strain in contemporary Christianity that has very cleverly co-opted the language of Messianic Judaism and, based on the premise that Yeshua was the literal embodiment of the messiah referred to in the Old Testament, posited that Judaism can find fulfillment only in Christianity. It's sort of chilling because it disguises what appears at least nominally anti-semitic (though I'm hard-pressed to think of any anthropomorphic theism that isn't anti-something-or-other) in "Aw, shucks, we just want 'em to be complete" rhetoric.

How "mainstream" is Ann Coulter? It's hard to tell from my little bohemian ant farm in the Pacific NW.
October 12, 2007 10:28 AM
Stucco said…
No one gives a toss about that cross dresser. Himmler with blond hair. Have no fear- what you reap is what you sow, and she'll get her due one of these days. Probably in the form of prostate cancer. Hee hee.
October 17, 2007 8:39 AM
Nicole said…
Paul, I'm begging you. Please post something, anything else. I can't stand looking at her anymore. Here's a little antidote:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ye_2a7Lrl80

xoxo
November 06, 2007 4:10 PM
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