Given that Ann Coulter is, surprise, classless enough to use an obituary for her father as an opportunity to attack, in typically brutish fashion, her political enemies, I don't feel bad at all noting that my suspicions about her career as an insult comic serving as therapy for her deeply rooted parent issues have now been confirmed. All that is left is to pray that my own child never grows to love/hate me enough to turn my dead body into a bludgeon.
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