The Rittenhouse Review

A Philadelphia Journal of Politics, Finance, Ethics, and Culture


Tuesday, June 22, 2004  

ANN COULTER SIGHTING
No, Not Me, Thank God

As one who avoids the upper double digits of my local cable company’s offerings, I rarely see the likes of Ann Coulter, at least when she’s not out hawking one of her factually impaired screeds. But Mark Ames of the New York Press caught a glimpse of Coulter the other day. His assessment:

Last week, Ann Coulter appeared on “Hannity & Colmes” looking haggard and clinically insane. The Night of the Living Dead circles underneath her eyes, the lifeless hair -- it looks like she’s been living on canned foods for the past two months. Ann looked like she should be pushing a shopping cart, not politicking for Bush. It wasn’t just what she said -- like repeatedly accusing Holocaust survivor George Soros of being an anti-Semite -- it was how she said it. She laughed insanely after every sentence fragment she uttered, a clear symptom of late-stage paranoid-schizophrenia.

You don’t have to be a delusional former psychiatrist nor a wannabe pop psychologist to see the truth in Ames’s observations of Coulter’s condition, despite how sadly misguided is the rest of his take on the more primal aspects of her purported appeal.

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