DISH OF THE DAY
In 1992 you started your journalism career. In 1994 you found your niche in the audience of Newt Gingrich's pissed-off victory parade. In 2000 you made a devil's bargain for fame, in return for which you would contort yourself however you had to in order to defend the Bush agenda. You want to be the next Ann Coulter, which is a disturbing enough dream on it's own, but not even Ann lies and screeches this much. Whether defending the use of internment camps, or trying to discredit assault victims based on their politics, you are simply two things. First, a fascist. Second, a horrible human being. If you were fed to the C.H.U.D.'s, my regret would be that it couldn't happen twice.
In 1992 you started your journalism career. In 1994 you found your niche in the audience of Newt Gingrich's pissed-off victory parade. In 2000 you made a devil's bargain for fame, in return for which you would contort yourself however you had to in order to defend the Bush agenda. You want to be the next Ann Coulter, which is a disturbing enough dream on it's own, but not even Ann lies and screeches this much. Whether defending the use of internment camps, or trying to discredit assault victims based on their politics, you are simply two things. First, a fascist. Second, a horrible human being. If you were fed to the C.H.U.D.'s, my regret would be that it couldn't happen twice.
posted by Pascals Bookie @ 3:45 PM
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