“My only regret with Osama bin Laden is that he did not manage to kill every member of the Wall Street Journal editorial staff.”
“In this recurring nightmare of a presidency, we have a national debate about [George W. Bush’s stolen presidency]…. Otherwise there would be debates only about whether to impeach or assassinate.”
“We need to execute people like Ann Coulter in order to physically intimidate conservatives, by making them realize that they can be killed too. Otherwise they will turn out to be outright traitors.”
First things first: Mr. Ashcroft, if you’re there, I do not mean any of the statements above to be taken literally. I do not mean them at all. None of them. OK? What I do mean is to point out the incredible hypocrisy of those on the right, the center and the “liberal media” who defend the lunatic ravings of Ann Coulter, whether because she is “kidding” or because “the left does the same thing.” (For those who have been lucky enough to have missed the Coultergeist of the past few months, the author of the summer’s number-one bestselling nonfiction book in America has–in language identical to that above–expressed her regret that Timothy McVeigh did not blow up the New York Times building, mused aloud whether Bill Clinton should have been impeached or murdered, and called for the execution of John Walker Lindh in order to intimidate liberals.)
It’s degrading to have to write about Coulter again. As a pundit, she is about on a par with Charles Manson, better suited to a lifelong stay in the Connecticut Home for the Criminally Insane than for the host’s seat on Crossfire. Her books are filled with lies, slander and phony footnotes that are themselves lies and slanders. Her very existence as a public figure is an insult to our collective intelligence. I should really be writing about the campaign by neocon chickenhawks to intimidate Howell Raines and the New York Times on Iraq. But fortunately, John Judis and Nick Confessore have taken responsibility for that, leaving me to the less ominous but more baffling phenomenon of the bestselling Barbie-doll terrorist-apologist, who continues to be celebrated by the very media she terms “retarded” and guilty of “mass murder” while calling for their mass extinction by the likes of her ideological comrade Timothy McVeigh.
Make no mistake. Coulter may routinely call for the murder of liberals, of Arabs, of journalists, of the President, among many others. She may compare adorable Katie Couric to Eva Braun and Joseph Goebbels and joke about blowing up the Times building. But instead of ignoring, laughing at or, perhaps most usefully, sedating her, we find Coulter’s blond locks and bony ass celebrated by talk-show bookers and gossip columnists–even a genuine book reviewer–from coast to proverbial coast.