Sunday, July 27, 2003

I give up keeping this blog Coulter free. It's just too hard when pieces like this are so plentiful these days.

Exposing Ann is too easy. She does all the hard work herself. Each year it seems in each new parade of political non-fiction, Ann's book is always the drunken sorority girl who's the first to flash the public. She's "That Girl," the one everybody saw and nobody wants to be. You look at her at the bar, and turn to your friends and say, "Don't ever let me do that." She begs for the negative attention, and while I take a fugitive pleasure in watching her books ripped to shreds, the very process of deconstructing Ann plays into her hands.

Instead, what Sam Tanenhaus rather cleverly does is expose the hypocrisy of those on the right who have recently rushed to denouce Treason faster than takes to say "Trent Lott."

Horowitz et al. are right, of course. But why are they so worked up? And why reach back so far to single out a few "good" liberals? This just reinforces Coulter's argument that today's breed can be dismissed as a single lumpen mass. In other words, they agree with her. So, why the outrage? Here's a guess: Coulter's conservative critics fear that her legions of fans—and lots of others, too—see no appreciable difference between her ill-informed comic diatribes and their high-brow ultraserious ones, particularly since Coulter's previous performances were praised by some now on the attack.

Read all the way to the end.

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