She's the cool aunt. The one who'll let you smoke in the house. The one who'll burst out laughing if you cuss creatively enough at the Thanksgiving table. The one who'll reward you for finishing your homework with a sip off her beer. And that's why we all run to the door with a whoop and a holler every time we hear her pickup truck pull into the driveway, excited to see what little gem of profane rhetoric she's brought us this time.
So please join Sheri, Mary and I in wishing our Annti a fabulous birthday.
Mary says: If someone asked me to describe Anntichrist Coulter, I would say...
She's the most selfless person I know, who should really be way more selfish.
No matter what life throws at her, she bears it with an almost obscene sense of humor, but more importantly, she doesn't let life conquer her. No matter what is going on in her life, she is always there for the people who need her. Even when she's down and out herself, she still thinks of others, and tries to lighten their burdens with a gift of a wonderfully crappy movie from the Dollar Store, or a beautiful piece of handmade jewelry that I will promptly steal from the intended recipient, because I'm not nearly as nice as she is, and frankly, Scott can't pull off a choker.
She is a beacon of hope. She is a beacon of action. She is a beacon of righteous anger. She is...Annti Christ Coulter. And she is sublime.
Now back to the birthday cheesecake:
No Ann Coulter for you, this year. Sorry.