We stood in the long line for maybe a minute, but we knew we weren’t going to get in. Fine with me, I didn’t want to see Coulter anyway. On one hand, I wish we could’ve got in. Then, I would’ve sat there, and I could’ve booed or walked out. On the other hand, I find it far more likely that I would’ve sat there, quietly seething.
Instead, I found out the next morning that Ann Coulter had pretty much called John Edwards a faggot. I think John Hawkins, at Right Wing News nails it, calling her selfish.
I never liked her before, but now I have no respect for Ann Coulter at all.
And don’t give me that “It was a joke” excuse. That is the lamest excuse ever. There’s something called “delivery.” Ann’s delivery wasn’t funny; it was just insulting.
I used to think that there’s no such thing as bad publicity, but… bah, who knows, maybe this helped her with her book sales.
What depresses me the most is how people cheered. No, depresses and disgusts. AGHH!
By the way, here’s a sneak peek at Ann Coulter’s next CPAC speech: “I would say something about Obama, but apparently you can’t call a black person a nigger anymore without going to rehab.” [I wonder how many kids would cheer that.]
If she’s coming next year, I am so protesting.