Only 52 years old too. Anyway, hope you like the video and for all you fans of hair metal, have yourselves a drink for Kevin.

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No, not as trans-gendered sinner damned to eternal damnation in a special hell designed just for her, nothing that fun; no, just her address. So here it is:

242 Sea Breeze Ave
Palm Beach, FL 33480

So to all my friends and unknown readers do me a favor this year, and send this insanely irritating cunt a Christmas card from hell, or hate mail works well too, or…well, anything you send will almost certainly annoy her and with any luck we can drive this loathsome fiend back to the dark pit from whence she came.

Have fun people…out.

Post-Shit Script

Useful items to send to Ann Coulter:

Used condoms
Birth Control Forms
Piles of molding shit
Democratic flyers
Cat shit almond rocca (my personal favorite “I hate you and want to you vanish from existence in one, singularly painful fucking moment” gift)

And I am most certain you can find other useful items for this twisted, diseased, foul, useless fucking twat.  Out again.

At least a couple of them are, two that managed to collide with two teens on a motorcycle.  After the collision the police left, the action prompting riots in which twenty-one police officers were injured, a police station and McDonalds damaged.

People, I hate to admit this, I really, really hate to admit this, in fact I cannot convey in ANY human tongue how much I hate to have to admits this…so let’s just be done with it.  American police forces could take notes from the Frogs on this one.  An investigation was opened after the rioting was finished up, the French police are thinking about charging the two cops with manslaughter and non-assistance to injured persons.  Here in America, our police types would have tasered the shit out of anyone they managed to injure while on the job.  Fucking pricks.

So, American cops, drop the donuts, put down the fucking taser, and find that little used and nearly forgotten pencil and small notebook lost to the dark, smelly fucking confines of your pockets and take notes from the French.  Like I said, I fucking hate having to admit that the goddamn French might be a step ahead of us here in America.  I must now go and atone for this grievous sin and foul heresy which has somehow managed to escape my mind.   Here is the link to the story.

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…and says Happy Thanksgiving! I assume that is his patriotic act of the week. I imagine that the half dozen troops he spoke with are feeling immensely better about their current shitty situation now. I had no idea that a simple phone call from the worlds most detested idiot could lighten spirits. Really, truly, mind-bogglingly neat that is.

Bushit said that calling the troops was the least he could do. No shit. You think George? Hmmm…so what would the most you could do be? Let us have a think on this small matter for just a brief moment…

GOT IT! The ‘most’ you could would be to bring them home, admit your complete and utter failure in Iraq (and lets not forget Afghanistan), the fact that you have broken a country into a thousand, violent and bloody regions, run by religious fervor and a healthy amount of explosives and small arms wielded by suicidal morons believing they will soon meet a pile of virgins. Oh, and another thing you could do would be to provide GOOD medical care for our troops, provide the mental aid they will be needing, and last but not least…you could forward your resignation to the United States Congress. And fire Dick. That would a great fucking end to 2007; because I must tell you, this year has been a real bitch. Primarily because of you and your idiot friends, you simple-minded, piggish fucking ass.

Our lucky service members received their special phone call from the Assnugget, who was sitting in Camp David. Camp David. Huh. This year he could not even be bothered to make the trip to Iraq, despite the fact that he “admires the military so much”. Right.

All right people I must go now and find something to wash this nasty thought out of my head. Whiskey or maybe vodka should do the trick. What an ass…here is the link for those of you who want to read more.

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