Category Archives: Censorship

Ann Coulter: Bitch gets bitchslapped!

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From Crooks & Liars, and not to be improved upon. I shall let the words speak for themselves. Adam Carolla for President!

Ann Coulter vs Larry King

Audio -MP3 

The Great Society provides a rough transcript:

ADAM CAROLLA: Ann Coulter, who was suppose to be on the show about an hour and a half ago, is now on the phone, as well. Ann?

ANN COULTER: Hello.

CAROLLA: Hi Ann. You’re late, babydoll.

COULTER: Uh, somebody gave me the wrong number.

CAROLLA: Mmm… how did you get the right number? Just dialed randomly — eventually got to our show? (Laughter in background)

COULTER: Um, no. My publicist e-mailed it to me, I guess, after checking with you.

CAROLLA: Ahh, I see.

COULTER: But I am really tight on time right now because I already had a —

CAROLLA: Alright, well, get lost.

[Crosstalk in the studio]

CAROLLA: I’m tight on time, too, and I don’t have time for bitches, so let’s move on.

[…]

[inaudible] Tight on time… Go f- yourself, you’re tight on time.

Female co-host (Teresa Strasser or Sarah Silverman?): I say this to Ann Coulter. Why the long face? (Laughter)

CAROLLA: Listen, you bitch, don’t call in an hour and a half late and tell me you’re “tight on time.” Of course you’re tight on time, you’re an hour and a half God-damn late calling into a radio show. Just take your stupid book and go pitch it to your stupid cable outlets.

Adam, will you marry me?

Sunday, Bloody Sunday, by George W. Bush

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I bet this is actually the first time he’s been in proximity to this song. I bet additionally that the first person to play it in his presence gets two years, minimum.

From BoingBoing.

Special Guest

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In case you haven’t heard, I’m guest blogging over at Metroblog. If the posts are not funny enough, or political enough, they lock me under the stairs and beat me with bicycle chains. Well okay, they make me drink Chardonnay instead of Sauvignon Blanc, and they don’t introduce me to any nice single men. Cruel either way.

The Shebeen Club: Book Banning, Free Speech, and Mein Kampf

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The Shebeen Club Presents: 

Forbidden Words: Banned Books, Free Speech, and Mein Kampf
on the occasion of the 81st anniversary of the publication of Mein Kampf 

When: 7-10pm, Tuesday, July 18th

Where: the Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall Street, Vancouver BC

How: reserve in advance by emailing lorrainedotmurphyatgmaildotcom

How Much: $15 to July 14th, door $20 space-available, includes set dinner and a drink; strictly limited to 25 places

What: Literary jabber, mingling, presentations, chit-chat, and dinner: great heaping mounds of  your choice of bangers and mash or pasta, plus a glass of pop, wine or beer.

Who: The Shebeen Club, Vancouver’s Monthly Literary Gathering.

Join us for an even more heated than usual evening upstairs in the ould Shebeen. We will be marking (rather than celebrating) the 81st anniversary of the publication of Adolph Hitler’s Mein Kampf. Our presentation will focus on the critically timely issues of freedom of speech, terrorism, protection of innocents, and civil liberties.

Dress code: epaulets, gags (full-on gimps will be asked to “normal-up”), Mao jackets, blogger pj’s, or just get a deep-fried tan, bleach your hair, and come as Ann Coulter.

Door prizes: We have a don’t ask, don’t tell door prize policy. We don’t ask you if you like ‘em, we expect you not to tell us if you don’t. Book donations snivellingly accepted.

Meet and Mingle 7-7:30

Listen and Learn 7:30-8

Beery solipsism and merlot-influenced manifesto-ficating 8-9 or whenever they finally throw us out

My Summer Vacation: Part the Second

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  • Enjoyed a long display of over a hundred of mine host’s wedding photos, with detailed commentary, despite the fact that I was at the wedding and am, indeed, featured in about 25% of the photos. But the babies dancing are cute.
  • Led an animated discussion on the merits of the elephant versus the rabbit vibrator, pointing out obvious advantages of the former, to which Metro replied, “You know why elephants don’t pick their noses? Because where are you going to hide a 30-pound booger.”
  • Devoured at least 750 ml of Sauvignon Blanc, followed up with some kind of pilsner, which is the order in which one should consume them, as by the time the gas from the beer has hit, one and one’s entourage are far too drunk to actually care anymore.
  • Hit the mall. Trust me, in this town, that’s a big deal. Blogworthy indeed.
  • Acquainted mine hosts with the fact that one of the premiere scrapbookers in the U.S. of A. is Blair, from Facts of Life, blogger Lisa Whelchel herself. Her blog’s not half bad, by the way, if you can stand happy Christian housewife types.
  • Missed the Gawker Kristallnacht entirely. Bugger. Jessica‘s a better writer than Jesse, and snarkier, but what they really need is a proofreader, not a co-editor. Unless they’re still hiring. HI, NICK! Darling…
  • Had nothing more than a crust of bread for breakfast AND lunch this morning. Shocking, really. Metro and Master Cowfish have a lot to answer for. For which to answer. Whatever.
  • I’ve finally had it with middle-aged men who want to get into blogging but who insist on having their assistants do the writing, and subsequently letting the post ripen in their email inbox for a week, after which it is run through a character and interest removal algorithm before being posted, because they want to be part of this “New Media Thang.” Bust a sphincter, post a first draft, and see if your world really is insecure enough to fall apart as a direct result. Surprise me; I don’t think your life is that interesting.
  • Getting cranky, time for bed.