One student asked what she would do if she had a child who came out as gay.
Coulter replied: “I’d say, `Did I ever tell you you’re adopted?'” (LINK)
What makes the members of the great right wing wurlitzer truly happy? What warms the cockles of their red blooded American hearts? Shooting and scoring, of course (courtesy one of the nastiest new conservative bloggers, Atlas Shrugs):
We Shoot! We Score!! The Patriot Act
OK, altogether now, E-X-H-A-L-E, score one for the good guys. CONGRESS AGREES TO EXTEND PATRIOT ACT.
Despite CAIR’s, The
EnemyAnti-Patriots best efforts, key Republicans from the House and Senate reached a White House-backed compromise Thursday to renew the broad powers granted to law enforcement agencies in the days after the 2001 terrorist attacks on American soil.
Senator Russell Feingold, a Democrat of Wisconsin, threatened to filibuster a bill he said lacked adequate safeguards to protect constitutional freedoms. [Mr Feingold, you are an inadequate safeguard to my freedom to live free without fear, putz- Atlas]
Sadly, this is all to common an attitude among the right. It’s all a game to them. The value of any policy or law to our country, or the lack thereof, is irrelevant compared to the vicarious joy they get in defeating and defaming their enemies: Democrats, progressives and liberals. Whether the policy violates our Constitution, whether it tramples on our civil rights in ways that thoughtful conservatives find disturbing, matters not one iota.
For such bloviating conservatives, making this country a better place isn’t part of the agenda. For them, taking pride in what’s worst about our country, and bragging rights over “liberals” are all that matters. A good example of this can be seen in this post about the execution of Stanley “Tookie” Williams from Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiller:
Enjoy the Needle, Tookie!
Filed under: Public Announcements, Useless Swine
Thanks to LC Godandstarcraft, we’ve just received this most welcome news:
SAN FRANCISCO – Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger on Monday refused to spare the life of Stanley Tookie Williams, the founder of the murderous Crips gang who awaited execution after midnight in a case that set off a debate over the possibility of redemption on death row.
The swine can now go “redeem” himself in Hell where he belongs and should’ve been for the past 24 years.
. . . To honor his memory, we’ll be chuckling our ass off, saying “you should’ve heard the gargling noises that pig was making as his diaphragm got paralyzed and he choked to death.”
Yes, ultimately, it all comes back to hate. Which is why Rush Limbaugh is so adored by this crowd, and Bill O’Reilly, and of course the great Ann Coulter. Because being able to hate openly, freely, being able to wallow in your own hate for other human beings is so liberating. A good example of the benefits of venting can be seen in the “beautiful thoughts” of this “beautiful person” opining upon that ultimate demon of the right, Michael Moore:
I honestly have to tell you…I hate your fucking guts. Forget about how un-American you are, how politically retarded you are, or how fat you look while slobbering your political garbage all over everyone, mainly, I despise you for the fact that you make money off of influencing the young minds of America to be Bush-haters.
You are a pariah to our nation…a fat kid that got beat up by the jocks at school, and this has formulated your hatred of America. If I didn’t know any better, I would thing George W. himself went to school with you and kicked the shit out of your pie-hole everyday for being such a candy-ass. If you are so passionate about politics, use some of your blood-making money to make it a better place instead of making movies that only benefit your fat-ass fanny-pack. No one likes to see Hollywood try to engage our minds with their ridiculous and one-sided political rants during award ceremonies. Your “movies” are just a façade for your own political agenda, which, by the way, is fucking warped.
You are a selfish, pathetic excuse for an American, and you can take your big fat ass over to Iraq and get your pig head cut off and stuck on a pig pole. Then, you can have your equally as fat wife make a documentary about how loudly you squealed while terrorists were cutting through all the blubber and chins to get that 40 pound head off of you. I dare you to go to Iraq and diarrhea all over our soldiers; they would love to strip you naked in the streets and leave you so that the terrorists can pick you up and dispose of you the way terrorists do. If you believe that Iraq and Al-Queda were not together, go over there and see for yourself.
Boy howdy. That must have been such a relief to get off her chest, don’t you think?