Ann Coulter is the Paris Hilton of politics, the blonde bimbo liberals love to hate but also one that TV loves to promote because putting her on the air drives up ratings and public debate.
Outrageous? Damn right she is. That’s her stock in trade, her modus operandi, her act. Like Hilton, she’s a self-promoting media machine that feeds on a public appetite for excess.
There have been many debates over whether or not Coulter actually believes the hate she spews. The same questions circle around other right-wing demagogues: Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reilly, Mike Savage, et. al.
Her fans claim Coulter is the right-wing’s sex symbol, a leggy blonde who favors short skirts and low-cut blouses but others wonder if her bile is fueled by anorexia. Her hard features remind us more of the skank we too often woke up next to after a hard night of drinking. A closer examination reveals she has been rode hard and put up wet a few times too many.