Bad news for lovers of unintentional humor: As the redoubtable Justin Raimondo notes , the often feverish Frontpage blog appears to have expired. No longer can we read those off the cuff rants and raves that always brightened our day with the fact that no matter how dumb we may feel on a particular day, there really are folks even dumber than we are.
You can really tell when someone’s jealous of someone else when that person writes drivel like this .
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It’s not worth wasting any more outrage on the subject of Ann Coulter. We all know what she is, and can hear in the brief quiets between her brash pronouncements the squeal and squeak of mice running wild in the messy hayloft of her mind. She’s an empty uproar with long legs and long shiny hair and a reputation for extending the cocktail hour indefinitely that casts her with what Paddy Chayevsky emphemistically “an aura of availability.” Middle-aged men and younger can daydream that if they met her under under auspicious circs, as they say in Bertie Wooster novels, they might have a shot, a reverie harder to entertain about Wonkette, whose wedding ring is powered with a special wolf-repellent ray. Coulter may have female fans, I wouldn’t know, but her media stardom is primarily a male fantasy that is both sexist and racist. She is the pinup pundit of White Prerogative, her arrogant vanity perfect for a country and a media-political culture that refuse to recognize its postindustrial decline and decay. A country that still thinks it can whip the world into obeying its will.
Not only does this jerk have pangs of jealousy about a gal who’s more successful than he is, but he also reeks of hatred for both his country and his fellow Americans.