June 7th, 2006

blowhard

Oh, Ann Coulter

I know that responding to her is pretty much identical to letting a three-year-old drive a car so he doesn't throw a tantrum, but she has reached some kind of a deranged apogee that makes William Jennings Bryan's the-sun-revolves-around-the-earth meltdown of 1925 look sane by comparison. Within the last 24 hours, she wrote this deranged column that goes off the charts of Nazi comparisons (it is liberals, of course, who are like Nazis), culminating with the claim that liberals would love Hitler if he hadn't turned against their beloved Stalin* AND gone on TV to claim that 9/11 widows are opportunistic gold-diggers who are happy their husbands died so they can ram their agenda down our throats**.

Oh, Ann, you're the worst American demagogue since the heyday of Father Coughlin you silly billy!

*: No resemblence between this claim and actual history, in which liberals opposed Hitler while conservatives were still desperately trying to keep us out of the war, should be implied or inferred.

**: Yes, Ann Coulter, who has spearheaded the right-wing offensive to use 9/11 as the final and untouchable justification for every item on the neo-conservative agenda, is accusing the widows of dead men of being opportunistic. THE END! OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION!
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Whorin'

Coudal Partners are a fine bunch of fellows and fellowettes. Each year, they present "Field-Tested Books", a series of short pieces by big-shot literary types wherein they describe the experience of reading a particular book in a particular place. I am honored to say that this year, alongside bigshots like Daniel Radosh, George Saunders, Jonathan Eig, Kevin Guilfoyle, James Finn Garner, Francis Heaney, Whitney Pastorek, Tobias Seaman, and others*, I am one of the participants. The site can be found here; I encourage you to check out all the excellent entries, and read throughout the week (there'll be new updates each day through Friday), before moving on to the important part, which is to say, my entry.

*: One of whom, in a terrifying leap forward of our respective destinies, is none other than James Lileks. It's only a matter of time until pistols at dawn.
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Whorin' II

I only got one paying writing gig today*, so I did this. It is bad and wrong and my only excuse is that I finally got around to watching Wonder Showzen.

*: Edited to add: not true! Thanks to my good pals at UR, I got three more paying gigs. Hurrah for the local rags, which save me from being too despondent during the slow weeks. And hurrah for these pointless footnotes!