It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. So I got into a little disagreement with someone about Ann Coulter. I just am not a fan of Ann Coulter. Don't get me wrong, I think she is very smart, quick, witty, and an excellent writer. OK so what isn't not to like then? Well I don't like how divisive she is. I don't mind the anti-democrat stuff, but to me that's rather easy and boring.
Sure it fires up the right wings and neocons who want to have someone on their side hawking their positions. I get that of course - She's a female Rush Limbaugh. My issue with her is, I wish she would also be more objective towards her own party because they are the core of the problem. She seems to avoid that.
When you have republicans who act like democrats that's the issue. We need republicans to act like republicans. I would prefer she chooses that route, and I think she would be more popular. Or at least in my mind more credible. Right now it is all about "my team is better than your team". Big deal and who really cares?
Anyways this person I'm disagreeing with comes in with the "well when you write a book" blah blah blah. Pretty much saying I shouldn't point fingers at Coulter since I'm not a published author. As if my words, or thinking need to bow down to her greatness. I'm some irrelevant since I am not her.
What he failed to see was if he was telling me I am irrelevant because I'm not like Coulter, than what the heck was he? And by that logic why would I even listen to him opinion of anything since he is not her, especially his assessment of my lack of importance. Oh the irony amuses me.