Bimbastic Bombshells Are All fRight!
From Ground Zero Zenophobe Pam Geller, to the venomous twittering Tundra Torquemadam, to Newt-level radio hypocrite Laura Schlessinger and her unfortunate case of negrolalia, to the crasso-profundo stylings of Ann Coulter, doesn’t it seem that what the Right requires from women is hot harridans to lay its cornerstones of philosophy?
The Minnesota GOP, home of toothily manic McCarthyite Michele Bachmann, is currently in full Scapegoat excision mode after posting a video lauding the corporeal packaging of some of its favorite RethugliFems, and trashing the looks of liberal women. Osama’s little helper Pam Geller is rasping up the new GOP ladder to Grand Inquisitrix of moderate Muslims everywhere, shaking her little red footballs all the way, and Ann Coulter has managed to limp back from the drubbing she took after USA today realized it had just hired an unfunny misogynist whose physical presence was unable to compensate for dismal prose such as:
“My pretty-girl allies stick out like a sore thumb amongst the corn-fed, no make-up, natural fiber, no-bra needing, sandal-wearing, hirsute, somewhat fragrant hippie-chick pie wagons they call ‘women’ at the Democratic National Convention.”
While Awful Ann’s star was on the rise, riotously funny, vitriolic conservative Florence King remained on the back page of the National Review, quietly kicking Ann’s rear with each corruscating, infuriating, wicked column, and her books were remaindered to the bins where cackles of rads found them, bought them for a dollar and stuck them in our hemp bookbags, to be perused at our leisure, preferably over a piece of delicious, fragrant, apple pie.
Posted by Mrs. Polly on 08/20/10 at 11:40 AM • Permalink
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