So Where Did Ann Coulter Go?

It used to be that Ann Coulter could bring out the quarter pounder of Conservative Men everywhere. After all, she wore a bra and could pump a shotgun.
And along came Sarah Palin. She wore a bra, could pump a shotgun and she knew someone who had been in prison.
And then along came Michele Bachman. She wears a bra, can pump a shotgun, hangs out with someone who has been in prison, and, she can piss in the wind or the soup. This lady has it all.

As Conservative men like to say to their pron stars and prom queens: “One at a time please.” Conservatives are loyal to their women, just not to their wives, not too long.

On: Our Texas Of Discontent

“Men don’t get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared. I’m scared. Long Island Lightning Company might turn off the lights. My wife needs clothes. My children – shoes and fun. And suppose they don’t get an education? And the monthly bills and the doctor and teeth and a tonsillectomy, and beyond that suppose I get sick and can’t sweep this goddam sidewalk? Course you don’t understand. It’s slow. It rots out your guts. I can’t think beyond next month’s payment on the refrigerator. I hate my job and I’m scared I’ll lose it. How could you understand that?” John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent, .