Oh, Ann Coulter, aren't you just the gift that keeps on giving! I confess that I'd been worried that you might have apologized to the 9/11 widows for some of what you've written about them in your new book -- and then what would I have blogged about this morning? After all, any decent person would be sorry for wondering, as you do in the book, "...by the way, how do we know their husbands weren't planning to divorce these harpies?" Especially after Kristin Breitweiser, one of the widows you attack, offered an emotional and articulate response to your comments, I thought you might say that you probably went too far in observing, "I've never seen people enjoying their husbands' deaths so much."
But not you! No, your sense of decency remains well out of view, and for that I thank you. Because now I can write about how you descended on Wednesday into a Long Island town that lost 34 people on 9/11 and how, while there, you reveled in your attacks on these victims' family members. How brave you were! When a town board member handed you a letter saying that your words were "a disgrace to thousands who perished on that day," you did not pause to consider if there might be any truth to that, as surely a weaker soul might have. No, not clever theatrical you, what you did instead was -- man, I love this part -- you ripped up the letter! Now that's courage!
I also liked the part where you told reporters, "I think I've broken the taboo. I'm not going to treat them like victims." My God, that's right! Because why should the fact that they lost their husbands in the attack make them victims? I like how you think, Ann, I really do. Outside the box. (Psst: Call me.)