Man oh man! Everywhere I turn, this woman is really getting it! How is it Random House hasn't shown her the door instead of James Frey? On Towleroad I found a link to a piece in Advertising Age that really gave her a lashing. Actually, she'd probably enjoy that too much. Better than asking her to kill herself (we don't need another extremist martyr), perhaps JJ Abrams could write a little scenario for her: Ann Coulter awakes to find herself lashed to a leaky raft... somewhere in the Florida Straits during hurricane season with sharks circling...
...Hmmm... maybe I will write a screenplay someday.
...Hmmm... maybe I will write a screenplay someday.
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