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If I knew how to provide an embedded link you could click 'here' and experience the thrill of seeing Ann Coulter on the cover of TIME magazine. Unfortunately, this nifty little trick is beyond my technical capabilities, so you'll just have to take my word for it. You might want to spare yourself the billion pop-up ads that descend upon your screen like a posse of bloodthirsty vampire bats the moment you access Time/Warner's portal into 'Hell Mouth USA'. It's hard to remember a time when this rightwing rag didn't come stamped with one of those 'Is our Children Praying' (sic) captions accompanying the cover picture of a haloed Caucasion child, or yet another 'exclusive report' into the origins of Jesus. So perhaps the 'Whore of Babylon' herself as this month's cover girl means that'TIME' magazine is trying to muscle in on some of 'Maxim's' market share. If the dollar is 'almighty', then surely the lesser 'Almighty' would have no objection to righteous Christian dudes coveting a slice of Ann's pie hole. They can stroke themselves silly over this Psycho-Bunny playmate without the threat of eternal damnation hanging over them like a studded dog leash. Afterall, what could be more proof that God created woman out of Adam's rib than Randy Ayn's svelte skeletor physique and prominent Adam's apple?

Brown-shirted baseball bat wielders like Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly et al merely exist to ensure that 'power speaks to truth' as opposed to the other way around. Showgirl Ann performs the burslesque part of the program in Empire's theatre of cruelty. As a sideshow attraction, she shares the stage
with all the other freaks and geeks, who make their living tearing the heads off chickens, and balancing balls on their little brown noses.

But I think this will be the last time I'll weigh in on the subject of Ann' Jon Benet' Bolton. Afterall, there's no such thing as 'bad publicity' for this Paris Hilton-esque pundette, who laps up attention like a thirsty porn star going for the 'money shot'. Every word wasted on this Barbie Nazi robot translates into hard currency for the rightwing noisemakers, who unleashed her upon the world.

This latest blonde 'Frankenstein' abomination is little more than a wind-up zombie doll created by the spin meisters of the far-right in some subterranean think tank beneath Karl Rove's outhouse. You have to hand it to these evil geniuses who have successfully engineered a weapon of mass distraction with little more than spare Barbie parts and sulphurous swamp gasses.