I took my little sister to see the new Harry Potter today. Heh, it wasn’t bad.
The strangest thing I got for Christmas this year (and I got some really great things (down comforter!, lovely brooch!)) was from my mum: Ann Coulter’s Slander: Liberal Lies About the American Right. Oddly, though I’ve never so much as mentioned her name to my mother, I often frequent her columns and regard her, if nothing else, as a really entertaining (and often hyperbolic) read, and a knee-jerk reactionary. I first encountered her this spring, when I went to see her speak at SIU’s law school. I was taking a speech/communications class at the time (to complete my general education requirements) and had an assignment to see a “real, live speaker.” This lady, from what the local paper had printed about her, sounded wacky enough. Here are some of the statements they quoted her as saying:
God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the trees. God said, “The earth is yours. Take it. Rape it. It’s yours.”
I think [women] should be armed but should not be [allowed to vote.]
If those kids [in Columnbine High School] had been carrying guns they would have gunned down this one [child] gunman. Don’t pray. Learn to use guns.
To say that Muhammad was a demon-possessed pedophile is not an attack, it’s a fact… Muhammad makes [Church of Scientology founder] L. Ron Hubbard look like Jesus Christ.
[From the column that resulted in her getting fired from The National Review] We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity. We weren’t punctilious about locating and punishing only Hitler and his top officers. We carpet-bombed German cities; we killed civilians. That’s war. And this is war.
Her lecture was rather interesting; people ranging from just about anywhere on the political spectrum attended; some in support, some in protest. Miss Coulter’s appearance was the most odd, seemingly paradoxical spectacle of the entire evening: Woman about thirty, blonde, very tall, wearing mini-skirt and heels, legs tantamount to Barbie’s, railing away at the Left with her sharp, fluent, and inflammatory wit.
In the interest of killing two birds with one stone, I later did an “informative” speech on her, and concluded that people ought to cut her some slack, and realise that it’s only fair to let right-wing pundits make sarcastic and snide remarks. I pointed out that the right-wing didn’t react in outrage when the liberal-minded Mr. Cop Killer himself (Ice-T) came and spoke. Hostility overtook the facial expressions of my fellow students. It is no small wonder I made it out of the room alive.
I have no idea when I’ll be able to read this book. I’m not particularly interested in liberal lies about the American right. I’ve got more pressing fish to fry, so to speak.