Rarely is the world graced by a woman so heavenly, beautiful, loving, brilliant and moving as Ann Coulter.
Her visit to The View should be heralded as the ultimate reflection of the splendor that is she.
And by heavenly, I mean she reflects the image of God.
She’s got her fans fooled to think she’s the bee’s knees, while she’s easily the most evil, cunning jerk to exist in any imagined state.
She’s full of herself and full of shit.
The epitome of deity.
I’m going to ask her into my heart.