Laura Ingraham is just awfulness personified. Pointless, talentless, a second-rate Ann Coulter without the wit. Her day in the sun is long gone, her novelty has evaporated, and yet still she remains. Old shameless right-wing TV stars never die. They just move into talk radio and release horrible books.
Go ahead and read about when Ingraham was an exciting new thing. She's no less ignorant now, but the entire performance seems so much less entertaining.
So 25 years ago she secretly records gay students at Dartmouth for an "investigation" into their gayness and now she has penned a horrible book -- written in some weird approximation of "black people voice" -- about how the first lady enjoys ribs.
Once they're created, they never go away.
Tics: Awfulness, racism.
"Michelle's lunch was baby back ribs. Afternoon snack, more ribs. Bedtime snack, the last three ribs!"