I am routinely amazed by the way pretty much any topic can be spun into a belief that suits the speaker. Take puppies, for example. Everyone loves them (or do they?). They are entirely benign (or are they?). Yet, discuss them with someone who has a political slant to support and, miracle of miracles, that person will find a way to turn puppies into a political topic. For example, I bring up puppies. You are are obsessed with the second amendment and immediately suggest that, next, Obama will take away dogs because they might be used for protection... unless the puppies are pit pulls and then you'll say you need a gun to protect you from pit bull-wielding thugs (i.e. black people).
Think this won't work? Just give it a try on the crazy uncle at the next holiday. You'll be blown away with the results.
Speaking of crazy, there's Ann Coulter, the author and political commentator who loves to ruffle the feathers of "libtards" about as much as a fat guy enjoys a cheeseburger. During the Academy Awards on Sunday, she took to the Twitter and spent a few tweets ranting against the reverse racism of Hollywood and cheering on Matthew McConaughey's speech that included reference to God. Sure, McConaughey's "God" is probably about as similar to Coulter's as Ghandi's, but nevertheless, she went on with her typical business.
Oscar's committee thinking, "Sh*t! I shouldn't have voted for McConaughey with all this God stuff." But 10 mill Christians will see DBC now.
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) March 3, 2014Her prediction that a Hispanic director would be the token win for Gravity because the reverse racist cards were stacked in favor of 12 Years a Slave for best picture came true and she was happy to pat herself on the back repeatedly. This ignores, of course, that 12 Years was an absolutely phenomenal film, despite its depiction of white people as heartless and cruel to slaves in pre-Civil War America. I mean, how could that be?
Coulter's rants would be mildly amusing if they weren't so predictable. She's like a stand up comedian that never writes new jokes. The first time, they might be funny. The second time, not so much. By the tenth time, you hope the guy gets on Monster.com and finds a new job fast to put both himself and his audience out of their collective misery.
