I Don't Know If It's The Summer Heat...
...but my blood is boiling. First off,
FUCK YOU ANN COULTER!!!
You are trash. You are hate incarnate. In fact, I have to give you some credit. Your hate has inspired so much anger in me that I actually feel ashamed of the effect you've had on me. In this regard, you have been successful.
Shame on all of you that provide Ms. Cuntrod with a forum on your little news shows and your little talk shows. How dare you try to pawn off this gutter-mouthed bitch as some legitimate political mind whose opinions we should value or even consider. How many more ludicrous, venomous things must she say before you sideline her? Ask yourselves this, you greedy executives who know that a dose of Coulter means a little extra dough, are you serving the interest of humanity by promoting her ideas? Are you proud of yourselves? I imagine you don't care, as long as you make your yacht payments. Sleep tight knowing how much good you are doing, m'kay?
Fuck you Chris Matthews. I'll never watch you again, unless you apologize for ever having Coulter on and for saying that she is a great writer. You, sir, cannot read. She is fucking awful, even by right-wing hack author standards. Why don't you have me on? I'll lie and call people names for free, you fucking nitwit. Better yet, have Charles Manson on to talk about politics. He's equally nutty and I bet he'd draw even better ratings than Coulter. I mean, as long as integrity is not an issue, go hog wild!
I'm sorry for all this. I'm really not an angry person. I'm just so tired of it all. I wish I was the type of person that could just ignore it or at least let it go. I'm trying real hard, but people like Ann and Dick Cheney and O'Reilly make it so damn tough.