POLI•RANT: Vile Attention Whore Grasps For... Attention

Remember Ann Coulter? She's made another pathetic attempt to regain relevancy.

Yes, yes, yes. I fully understand that talking about Ann Coulter is giving her exactly what she wants.

She carves attention like a coked-out vampire with an overactive thyroid craves blood. Or some other oxygen metaphor.

Coulter made a career saying outrageous shit just to shock, write shit books, and get on shows and shit out more of the same.

At some point during the Trump Nightmare Era she made a calculation that breaking with him might be good for business. And no, it wasn’t principle — because she has more body fat on her Slenderwoman frame than anything approaching integrity.

The problem was she miscalculated the cult — and is such a horror show of a human being that she could never be accepted like Never Trump media folks who made the virtuous leap.

So like Punxsutawney Phil with the mange on a bender of diet pills and Chablis she randomly craws out from beneath the surface to screech some social screed in an attempt to get her name back in the news.

I’ve never bothered much with her since she fell into karma-backed obscurity. She carries about as much cultural (and actual!) weight as Rush Limbaugh at this point.

But, I am going to make an exception to the rule for this one:

I read her post to my wife last nigh and she literally gasped. And rightfully so.

It’s just hard to even fathom what kind of calculating, soulless monster could bring themselves to write something so callous to get some ounce of attention. Fame really is a bitch.

At least Native Americans were conned into selling Manhattan for a handful of beads. This fucking ghoul would gladly sell her soul for a five minute segment on Hannity and throw in a commercial break handjob.

So, I hope you enjoyed another diminishing moment of shock and outrage, Ann.

Now, crawl back to your burrow and try to cook up the next one.

Maybe the Holocaust?

There’s millions of jokes there.