
Poppets are poppets.
They are not perky and, costume or not, they never forget what color they are underneath,
nor that I'm their creator, but certainly not their mommy.
I don't forget that either.
I got home to find a gift from Ben on my desk--a net bag of ladybugs that are now, (with a little help from
you know who )ready to be art. Ben loves me.
Last night I watched a tape of Ann Coulter's Q and A for the Claire Booth Luce Policy Institute.
For a little while I thought I'd seen the true face of evil. Then I decided this was the stupidest "smart" person I've ever seen. After that I decided it didn't matter whether Ann Coulter is stupid or evil.
Because I noticed the audience.
I'm thinking Stepford scary. Hair-standing -up -on- my -neck -Stepford -scary. These are the people Ann Coulter commands to "embrace the liberal hate" and "I want you to all go out and be teachers." They drink it in like sweet, sweet Kool-aid.
It's not a long leap to imagine a couple of these fixed-pupil neophytes in towers with rifles.
I especially enjoyed hearing Coulter's case against Darwinism. Then, what do I know? I majored in Biology, which, according to Coulter, isn't a real science, uh, until she needs to quote a biologist.
I'd like to make Ann Coulter a costume...
Sheesh.
By the way (hi Rebecca! xoxo) I'm not perky either.