Too Bad She's Insane

I suppose everyone has seen the video of Ann Coulter on Hardball, taking a call from Liz Edwards.

What a tour de force. Coulter ripped Edwards's guts out and displayed them for the cameras, with about as much effort as it takes to core an apple. Then Chris Matthews heard something in his ear from one of his producers (I assume), and he figured he'd get cute with her, and he asked her a question intended to make her look bad, and since she still had the filet knife out, she took a few seconds to turn him into blowhard seviche.

Ouch, ouch, ouch. Do not provoke Happy Fun Pundit. Only Ann Coulter could manage to look good while defending herself for making fun of someone's dead son. Which was an abominable thing to do, by the way.

It truly is sad that Coulter is a self-serving Michael-Savage-type nutcase who is willing to say absolutely anything in order to get attention, because her kind of on-camera brilliance is something you see once in a generation. She does tremendous damage to the GOP every time she does a publicity tour, but if she would just rein in the bad taste and sideshow antics, she could be a big help. Imagine how great it would be if someone the public RESPECTED sliced up DNC hacks the way Coulter does. Coulter does an amazing job, but unfortunately, every time you watch her, instead of thinking about what she's saying, you hold your breath and pray she doesn't call anyone a coon.

As for Liz, she has always been a shill and a boor. I still haven't forgotten the time she claimed Lynne Cheney was ashamed of her lesbian daughter. Classy broad, that Liz. No wonder her neighbors love her.

I have never been in love with any Democrat candidate, but John Edwards is the only one I would actually describe as evil, and his wife is no better, because she knows what a creep he is, and she supports him at every turn, even calling political talk shows as a sort of pathetic surrogate. When Liz called Hardball, you could almost hear John panting in the background as he held up the cue cards.

John Edwards is proof of what I always say, i.e., if the American public were a person, it would have to go to bed every night in a hockey helmet. As a group we are astonishingly stupid and gullible. Edwards said he "worked" as a "consultant" for a hedge fund (while admitting he knew nothing about the job), "earned" $497,000 in one year, and only did it to learn about poverty. And the public didn't even flinch.

Think of all the idiotic things you have to believe, in order to swallow that story. 1. A hedge fund hired a consultant who knew nothing about investing. 2. Hedge funds pay ignorant trainees $497,000 a year. 3. People who make almost ten thousand dollars a week working for hedge funds learn a lot about poverty. 4. It was this knowledge, and not the $497,000, that motivated a reeking pusball like Edwards to take the job. Jesus. I want to be a trainee, too. Where do I apply?

Here's a crazy thought. Maybe this was a very poorly disguised bribe, and Edwards did it for the money, and the only thing he learned about poverty is that now he has even less of it.

By the way, am I the only one who thinks his gigantic North Carolina mansion looks a whole lot like a barbecue restaurant?

I would become Hillary Clinton's cabana boy before I would vote for this maggot. I would vote for Barack Obama, Ted Kennedy, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, or even Paris Hilton.

I have come to realize I could survive a second Clinton Presidency, simply because Hillary will do whatever the polls tell her to do, and she knows she won't get a second term unless she bends to the right. But John Edwards is a pig possibly without equal in the American political scene. And surprisingly large chunk of the stupid, TV-sucking American public thinks he's swell. Of course, this is the same country that made Michael Moore rich.

It doesn't matter. Like I keep saying, barring an unforeseen scandal, Fred Thompson is going to be the next President. Largely because the same kind of stupid people who fall for the Edwards shtick actually believe Thompson is the sharp, savvy DA from Law & Order. It's a good thing he didn't play the Easter Bunny, or about twenty percent of the public would be pestering him for chocolate eggs.

I'm glad I'm not as interested in politics as I used to be. When you get caught up in this crap, and an election rolls around, you start to develop the delusion that if your people lose, your life will be hell. You may even threaten to move to France. And you expend way too much energy worrying about it and trying to prevent it. The Democrats took over Congress in 2006, and guess what? I'm fine. I doubt they'll ever manage to take all my money, and I live in a place where I probably won't be affected by the inevitable Muslim atom bomb which will hit the US if we keep electing liberals. And I can always move to another country and buy my way into the ruling class if I have to. So my motto is, "Don't worry, be happy." Give me a writing career and a roof over my head, and I will manage to be joyful even if John Edwards becomes President and channels deformed babies at press conferences.

What a scumbag. I just have to say it one more time.

In other news, my white habanero seeds are sprouting. Therefore life is beautiful.

By the way, I wish I could take credit for the title of this entry, but it was heavily inspired by something a guest said on Moxie's BTR show.