Posted by
malize on Friday, May 18, 2007 9:14:32 PM
In conversations with liberal acquaintances its is fairly
safe to assume they have a seething hatred of President Bush, Karl Rove, Dick
Cheney, and Rush Limbaugh. However on
the subject of Ann Coulter you can tell by the gleam in their eyes that you
have just given them a rise.
The first thing they usually focus on is her faulty grasp of
history. This is particularly a fun bit
of irony for myself in these exchanges, mostly because liberals either embrace
revisionist histories, histories run through a leftist prism, or choose to be
willfully ignorant of history if it does not suit them (you know like their
collective amnesia over Democrats voting for the war.)
After a short romp through the relative merits of if the Canucks
could beat a Vietnamese hockey team, the next stage of a Coulter discussion
will circle the drain around how hateful she is. It is just so shocking to them!
They think she is a hateful, evil human being who says mean spirited
things about the nearly saints of their realm, the likes of Sheehan, Edwards,
et al. who should be beyond the reach of Coulters vitriol. Then I mention how they tossed the
television remote at Bush during a news conference…ignoring the fact that the
man was thousands of miles away through the magic of modern technology, and
that their television was apparently not important to them.
After all of this the conversation returns to Coulter. That poor misguided soul…all she needs is
the right liberal man to set her straight!
The image of a naked liberal-wipped Ann Coulter in Birkenstocks, munching on granola at the next Burning Man
slips into my head – as it had no doubt entered the glazed over eyes of my
liberal acquiantance who is also no doubt enjoying some form of Coulter-lust
fantasy if not the one I had actually pictured him thinking.
I allow him a few moments to wallow in his Opie and Anthony dreams …then I say:
“It’d never happen.”
“Yeah,” says the friend.
“Just just too messed in the head for me, her loss.”
I nod in agreement.
It was her loss, but not because she would miss out on learning the
wonders of liberal love from such a free thinking man. It was her loss for not being able to shoot
my liberal friend down for being the jerk he is.
Of course he would never see that in himself…because he’s a
liberal.
* The friend in this story is a representation of more
than one person.