Ann Coulter: Cross-Dressing In A Brownshirt
So this is hardly the worst thing Ann Coulter has ever said, but it may just be the thing that finally reduces her to the basement-dwelling newsletter schrifter she ought to have been all these years. Sometimes, it just takes the right put-down. As Auden put it in "Under Which Lyre" (which may be my favorite poem):
By night our student UndergroundMichael Crowley and Jamie Martin [blog has been rolled--ed.] agree: this, from Andrew Sullivan, might be just the right sneer to collapse Coulter (sans the 'fat' part, natch.):
At cocktail parties whisper round
From ear to ear;
Fat figures in the public eye
Collapse next morning, ambushed by
Some witty sneer.
She's a drag queen impersonating a fascist.