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Syndicated columnist, author and queen of mean Ann Coulter hawked her new book on Today show this week. She mocked terrorism victims. And she shocked the country.

Matt Lauer, Today show host, called her on the carpet about remarks she makes in the book aimed at activist 9/11 widows. Among her bitter rants was the charge that the widows were nothing but "self obsessed" and celebrity-seeking "broads" who are "enjoying" their husbands' deaths "so much."

My niece wrote me to say, "I am dying to hear your opinion on the latest Ann Coulter comment. She is the anti-Christ. I firmly believe this."

Brianne ... I think this might be an insult to Satan.

Who does this nasty bitch think she is?

If it wouldn't boost her sales numbers, I think I'd buy her book and then burn it. I understand free speech, but I don't understand inhumanity.

I think even die-hard, brickheaded, right-wing wackos would have trouble swallowing this vile bile. Coulter has no common sense, no decorum, no compassion, no heart.

She also has no money from me. She can take her book and shove it someplace appropriate. It's shit, after all.

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Brianne said…
I read somewhere that even hardcore republicans ARE against her comments. Which is one good thing at least. Oh - and in one of her other books, she called Katie Couric an "affable Eva Braun." And then Katie had to interview her. She is just... just... PURE EVIL! She talks about Democrats as if they're animals, wanting to live in NYC to "observe them in their natural habitat."

Well she just better hope she doesn't run into me. I'd kick her horse-faced bony ass.
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