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Jigs That Are Up
An old pal sent me a clip of Ann Coulter doing her Rupert-Murdoch-backed-backward-thinking thing--her act, which is all any of this shit is, these people's acts. Rush Limbaugh. Now who in the hell in their right mind would take that big bag of fecal-fired hot air seriously? Yet millions do--they love him like they love Jesus Christ--he's a comedian at best, not funny, but that's really all that that big blowhard is--in truth. He's an ex-Dallas deejay who observed Howard Stern's meteoric rise to radio fame in the eighties and decided he could be a mirror-image of Stern and ride his coattails to barrels of big Conservative radio bucks, which he did and which he now spends liberally on oxycontin, illegal Cuban cigars (the favorite cigars of all oral-fixated men whether right-wing or left-wing), oversized toilet seats in his mansions so his balloon butt stays flabbily comfortable while he's on the throne defecating all that corrupted waste his big swollen shit-making body keeps recycling, and of course a young gold-digging wife--Limbaugh eats shit, talks shit, makes shit, hell, he is shit. I think of Ann Coulter the same way I think of Limbaugh or Reilly or Sean Hannity (he once worked for Vince McMahon, the absolutely white trash rasslin' promoter whose act is similarly right-wing warped anti-progressive and as vulgar as watching Ann Coulter douche), I ignore them, never hear them, and in Ann the Jackass's case, I never have read her. Old Babbling ex-OSS Stooge William F. Buckley was more "civilized" than these ex-disc jockeys--I mean, Buckley went to YALE, I say, and he could play the harpsichord and having sailing yachts as his main hobby--yeah, the Buckleys were dirty rich out of Connecticut; why, hell, the Buckleys must have been neighbors of the Bushes--Good Ole Nazi-trick-jiving Prescott Bush and his worthless son, Pappy Bush--GOD-DAMMIT, look how the worthless rise to the top in this country--it doesn't matter their felonious and murderous natures, the only thing that matters is they are rich and the sons of past rich politicians, like Granpappy Prescott and Pappy G. H. W.--amazin' how the Bushes gained such public affection--of course, I understand; most of Amurica is yodelling white trash trailer camp ignoramuses--Jesus, it makes me mad as hell--I'm growling like a baby elk-hungry wolf, these clowns, these Bozos, these voice-hearing creepos, these frauds, these unelected deciders keep getting away with atrocities that defy reasoning--regressive ideas being enforced by repressive and regressive men and now women--men and women who are taught to obey orders even if those orders mean certain death--think of that; that's the pledge you take when you become a combat soldier--if you platoon sergeant sez you go over the top, "Move, move, move, motherfucker!" And you move, into the danger zone, the unknown, every thing that moves in front of you , whether shadows or real people, you have to blow it away, since your thing is you kill them before they kill you so you simple kill or be killed whether what you imagine's in front of you is real or an real-looking image of the enemy you imagine looks like how you imagine he or she looks like.

Let's put Ann to bed and then forget about her. Ann Coulter looks like a jackass. I never learned much from a jackass, except not to approach one from the rear--yet, with a jackass face like Ann Coulter has, it is only natural to try and mount her from the rear--from the front--Holy Cow! sorry, I should say Holy Jackass--only a blindman could penetrate her from that angle and then even he'd be rebuked by the fetid odor oozing from her reconstructed penis-vagina--just like a jackass has no sex.

But, hey, we assume Ann is worth a couple'a mill, right? It's all about fame and fortune, folks, that's all these entertainment acts are about. They've been on radio ever since I can remember--Paul Harvey, Gabriel Heater, old news-gossip flim-flammers; and then there was Joe Pyne, Allan Burke, Long John Neville, and then the wonderfully vulgar but tragically confused idiotic babbling of Morton Downey, Jr. These are all the opposite sides of the left-wing entertainers like George Carlin--I mean, what kind of spoiled sausage could Carlin make of Ann Coulter? Or what would Allen Ginsburg have to say about this male-female jackass-human? Or Gore Vidal? Though those last two she could certainly accuse without much liability that they were homos, queers, pansies--homosexualists, as Gore Vidal would call it. These dudes probably wouldn't waste much time in flushing Ann's fried brains down the toilet of total disrespect.

Was Hitler funny? He said the same things Ann Coulter is saying. Put a little Charlie Chaplin moustache on old Ann "HeeHaw" Coulter and you'd have a strange-looking Schickelgruber look-alike. Is Ann Coulter Jewish?

Tough babes, don't you love 'em.

A Word From Philip Wylie
"I've watched ten thousand Walters [ed. note: Walter Mittys--you could, like Charles Ives, use the name Rollo for Mitty] singing "God Bless America" in the smug assumption that the deed's been done, so that the tepid ditty was not even a prayer but a profanation, not bendiction, but alibi.

"This is the story of the ego. As religions try by their legends, their doctrines and faiths to reassert the simple, lost premises of instinct, and as nations pervert their own history--as every bounden group of men extracts from itself an aura of moral tales, of wonder and achievement that are not truth and but garble Principle the worse--so the man by himself invents a picture of himself in the world to safisfy his vanity and his compulsions and believes he is this image." From: An Essay on Morals, Philip Wylie, Giant Cardinal Edition, Pocket Books, NYC, 1961 (the year Carl Jung and Ernest Hemingway died).

thegrowlingwolf
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