I don't have the energy to do one of my customary takedowns of Ann "Fuck You, Nigger" Coulter today; it's cruel to expect me to read her in detail when I'm still running a 247-degree fever. Instead I will simply direct you to her yearly Oscar column and let you judge for yourself whether she is really more akin to jolly-jokester satirists like Lenny Bruce (as she likes to pretend) or slightly less funny propagandists like, oh, say, Julius Streicher.
Enjoy! As if that were possible.
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