I love Ann Coulter. She doesn't just prick the thin skin of liberals, she drives the dagger in all the way to the hilt. And then she twists it with a big grin, which infuriates the left all the more. The worst thing you can to do to liberals is to laugh at them.
I usually agree with pretty much everything she says, but I'm left mystified at her last few columns. She is NOT happy with the nomination of John Roberts to the Supreme Court.
For instance, last week
she wrote:
So all we know about him for sure is that he can't dance and he probably doesn't know who Jay-Z is. Other than that, he is a blank slate. Tabula rasa. Big zippo. Nada. Oh, yeah ... We also know he's argued cases before the Supreme Court. Big deal; so has Larry Flynt's attorney. But unfortunately, other than that, we don't know much about John Roberts. Stealth nominees have never turned out to be a pleasant surprise for conservatives. Never. Not ever.
And in
this week's column she compared Roberts to the turncoat Souter, saying:
Republicans are desperately trying to convince themselves that Roberts will be different because they want to believe Bush wouldn't let us down on the Supreme Court. Somewhere in America a woman is desperately trying to convince herself that her husband won't hit her again because he told her "things are going to be different this time." (And yes, that woman's name is Whitney Houston.)
I'm starting to believe her. For some odd reason, the moment conservatives are appointed to the Supreme Court, they transform into power-grabbing wackos, making up laws when they can't find them in the Constitution, looking at other countries for guidance for their decisions. Now I'm starting to be afraid. Very afraid.
PS: I didn't HAVE to use that picture, I just did.
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