I like reading Ann Coulter’s weekly dissection of mindless liberals as much as anyone whose political beliefs include the firm conviction that my wages are “mine” and not “the government’s”. But being dropped into a sea of rabidly partisan Democrats has clearly driven Miss Coulter to a state of dementia.
For example, she describes the female delegates at the convention as “corn-fed, no make-up, natural fiber, no-bra needing, sandal-wearing, hirsute, somewhat fragrant hippie-chick pie wagons”.
Ann, lighten up. You’re better than that.