BumbleBee<
I have posted my opinions on the Iraq conflict elsewhere on A2k so you are welcome to read them.
However, I have never had the opportunity to discuss the wicked witch of the far-right-wing Republicans known as Ann Coulter.
Now, Bumblebee, you are correct. Ms. Coulter is entitled to express her opinions. But does she have to do so by looking like a slut?
Ms. Coulter, somewhere in her late thirties I would guess, probably doesn't own a skirt or dress that doesn't rise at least five inches above her knees.
She sits on the set of a talk show and keeps her toothpick-sized legs crossed politely so the camera will not let you see (but almost :!
what she obviously thinks is her prettiest feature, and that's the one that hookers use to clapture their clients.
Also, Ms. Coulter must have to see a chiropractor regularly. Her slouchy, slithering posture on national TV certainly adds, thinks she, to the sex appeal she tries to exude.
Were I a hair stylist, I would remove those long, stringy hairs that Ms. Coulter flounces about with a constant swishing of her head. This head movement apparently is supposed to complement her sex appeal.
Everything about Ann Coulter -- from her highly suggestive clothing to her hairstyle -- is an exercise in sluttiness. The first time I saw her on TV
she was discussing the peckerdillos of then-President Bill Clinton. Were he in the same bed as Ms. Coulter, he would most certainly turn over and play with himself. In short, Ms. Coulter has not one single redeeming feature in her personal appearance.
Yet, she tries to act like she's a cool, hip chick co-ed who is at most self-righteous and at least vacuous.
Ms. Coulter is indeed a parody of herself and a disgrace to the right-wing of the GOP (and there are a lot of disgraceful folks on that side). She pretends to be a candidate either for the role of Virgin Mary or the next justice of the U.S. Supreme Court.
Her pretentiousness is transparent, and while she has a lot of hateful opinions, she could at least be attractive while espousing them.
There . . . I feel better now. Thank you, BumbleBee.