With little to no dependence upon facts and statistics, Ms. Coulter careens her way around every cornerstone of decency, compassion, and fairness to demonize immigrants and would probably sell tickets to the tarring and feathering of the illegal ones. She even suggests that in a few years we will all have to move to Canada (becoming immigrants too?) to escape the raping.
Ann Coulter is, at least to me, just a skinny Rush Limbaugh with long hair. She is, like Limbaugh, a sensationalist whose blowhard style of bullying and decimating her liberal adversaries is like the shameless tactics of tabloid rags that entertain or frighten the uniformed and simply embarrass the well-read. She is the National Enquirer of pop culture, but there are too many disconnected folks, already furious with the government, who actually take her seriously, as though she were The Washington Post or The New York Times.
There is perhaps no better peddler of panic to be found anywhere else except perhaps in the Trumpster himself. The problem is that her followers see her as sagacious, when she is really nearer to being seditious in her going against every image and value we have left of America as a nation that welcomes the tired and poor, a country founded upon diversity and equal opportunity. Perhaps I’m being puerile when I admit that I have a satisfying mental picture from a favorite childhood movie that I summon whenever I hear or read Ann Coulter. The image is that of someone dropping a house on her. JB