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To: Sully- who wrote (20503)6/9/2006 10:49:05 PM
From: Sully-  Respond to of 35834
 
    Naturally, Godless has provoked liberals to the point of 
apoplexy. Instead of fighting the main argument of Coulter’s
book, liberals (and some conservatives) have latched onto
page 103, in Coulter’s fifth chapter. The basic point of
the chapter is that Democrats cannot win the battle of
ideas, and so have chosen to send “only messengers whom
we’re not allowed to reply to. That’s why all Democratic
spokesmen these days are sobbing, hysterical women.”

Thank God for Ann Coulter

Review by Ben Shapiro
Townhall.com
Jun 9, 2006

“Liberals love to boast that they are not ‘religious,’ which is what one would expect to hear from the state-sanctioned religion,” writes Ann Coulter at the beginning of her new tour de force, Godless: The Church of Liberalism.

Coulter backs up her provocative thesis with her usual biting wit and cutting humor. Instead of focusing on the presence of leftist bias in the media (Slander) or the left’s rewriting of history in pursuit of its oft-treacherous ends (Treason), Coulter hones in on the basic ideals inspiring the ideology of liberalism. As Coulter strips liberalism down to its bare essentials, it becomes evident that, as she puts it, liberalism “is no longer susceptible to reduction ad absurdum arguments. Before you can come up with a comical take on their worldview, some college professor has already written an article advancing the idea.” Liberalism is indeed a Godless religion—and, as Coulter demonstrates, the secular religion of the left is a religion bereft of moral fiber.

It’s not that the atheism of the secular left makes Coulter unhappy. It’s that they lie about their religion. Jews don’t pretend that Judaism is a scientific theory; Christians don’t pretend that Christianity is provable in a laboratory. Liberals, however, pretend that their religion is provable and intellectually superior, while at the same time labeling the traditionally religious backwards buffoons. “I don’t particularly care if liberals believe in God,” she writes. “In fact, I would be crestfallen to discover any liberals in heaven. So fine, rage against God, but how about being honest about it?”

Coulter jumps into her expose with alacrity. Her second chapter, “The Passion of the Liberal: Thou Shalt Not Punish The Perp,” reminds us that Coulter isn’t simply a terrific writer who makes it impossible to drink while reading her work (this produces the famed “Coulter milk-out-the-nose phenomenon”). She’s also a legal scholar.

Coulter gives a brief and compelling history of Supreme Court idiocy with regard to criminal law. The absurd 1961 Supreme Court decision Mapp v. Ohio, announcing that the “exclusionary rule” barring evidence obtained “illegally” by police had to be applied on the state level, is one well-deserved target of her pen: “In order to vindicate the right to be free from unreasonable searches and seizures, the criminal goes free … This would be like a rule intended to reduce noise during an opera that mandated shooting the soprano whenever anyone in the audience coughed,” Coulter writes.

Coulter continues her devastating evaluation of liberalism’s cult of criminality with her in-depth discussion of the Willie Horton case. Willie Horton, as all political science majors know, is trotted out routinely by leftists in order to show that Republicans are truly racists. (I was treated to a showing of the famed “Willie Horton” commercials by Professor Lynn Vavreck, Political Science 40, UCLA, February 26, 2002.)

The real story is somewhat different.

Willie Horton was a convicted first degree murderer sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole (known as LWOP in legal circles). Michael Dukakis, then the governor of Massachusetts, “lustily” backed the weekend furlough program designed to re-introduce criminals to society. As Coulter points out, LWOP convicts have no need for such re-introduction, since they should never re-enter society. Dukakis felt differently, and under his watch, 82 first degree murderers were furloughed, including Horton.

Horton took off to Maryland, where he proceeded to sadistically torture Maryland resident Cliff Barnes and rape and torture Barnes’ fiancée Angela Miller.

Naturally, this became a campaign issue (first raised by Al Gore) in the 1988 presidential election. Liberals, however, insisted that this issue was only an issue because Horton happened to be black. “The only reason the Democrats cried racism over the Willie Horton ads was that it was one of the greatest campaign issues of all time,” Coulter writes. “Horton was the essence, the heart, the alpha and omega of liberal ideas about crime and punishment, to wit: Release the guilty. Willie Horton showed the American people exactly what was wrong with liberal theories about crime.”

Then there’s the liberal theory about life: it only matters if we’re talking about convicted murders (no, please don’t fry them!), not if we’re talking about unborn innocents (suck ‘em into a sink). Abortion for liberals, as Coulter explains, is “The Holiest Sacrament.” “No matter what else they pretend to care about from time to time—undermining national security, aiding terrorists, oppressing the middle class, freeing violent criminals—the single most important item on the Democrats’ agenda is abortion,” she avers.

There is no doubt that she is correct. Democratic politicians have abandoned every group they purport to support at one time or another—except for feminists who proclaim that abortion-on-demand is a godless-given-right. The Democrats’ undying and unwavering support for abortion-on-demand would condemn them to electoral damnation time after time, so Democrats simply lie about their policy positions.

That’s why liberals require that every single judge pay homage to the “holy writ” of Roe v. Wade, the most ridiculous legal decision in American history. Here’s Coulter: “There’s no there there—there’s nothing to talk about in Roe. Denounce, laugh at, ridicule, attack—yes. Discuss—no.”

Chapter 6 discusses the left’s worship of public school teachers. “Attack the Boy Scouts, boycott Mel Gibson, put Christ in a jar of urine—but don’t dare say anything bad about teachers,” writes Coulter. Coulter concisely explains the salary structure for public school teachers, who make more per hour than architects, civil engineers, mechanical engineers, statisticians … and the list goes on. At the same time, the quality of our public education system has been consistently declining for decades. “With public schools like this, students are going to learn, if they are going to learn, because of their parents, not because of any inspiration they get from schools,” Coulter rightly states. But because public school teachers’ unions are sacrosanct, the education system must not be reworked; to even suggest reworking the system would imply criticism of public school teachers.

The remainder of the book is dedicated to Coulter’s refutation of the left’s ad hominem and utterly hypocritical attack on the “non-science” of religion.

Religion isn’t science, Coulter says, but neither is liberalism. Liberalism is a religion, pure and simple: “Listening to liberals invoke the sanctity of ‘science’ to promote their crackpot ideas creates the same uneasy feeling as listening to Bill Clinton cite Scripture. Who are they kidding? Liberals hate science. Science might produce facts impervious to their crying and hysterics.”

Measuring IQ (except when liberals have high IQs), mentioning that AIDS almost primarily affects homosexuals and bisexuals (and their spouses), preventing frivolous lawsuits based on junk science (see Edwards, John), DDT use; using adult stem cells (embryonic stem cells are favored, though); breast implants are (well, except for use in pornography)—all are nonsensically opposed by liberals.

Most dear to me, as a Harvard Law student, is Coulter’s take on the bizarre liberal attack on deposed Harvard President Lawrence Summers, who had the audacity to suggest that differences between men and women might not be caused by society, but rather—gasp!—by nature: “These delicate hothouse flowers [female Harvard professors] have a completely neurotic response to something someone else says—and then act like it’s Summers’s fault. Only a woman could shift the blame this way. If I hit you with a sledgehammer, that is my fault. But if I propose a scientific idea and you vomit, I think that’s really more your fault.” Hear, hear!

After compiling the evidence of liberal catechism, Coulter finally turns her bazooka on the foundation of liberalism itself: Darwinism. Coulter systematically picks apart the studies cited in support of species-to-species evolution, which are often religiously-adhered-to forgeries or speculative exercises. “These aren’t chalk-covered scientists toiling away with their test tubes and Bunsen burners,” she writes. “They are religious fanatics for whom evolution must be true and any evidence to the contrary—including, for example, the entire fossil record—is something that must be explained away with a fanciful excuse, like ‘our evidence didn’t fossilize.’”

But evolution isn’t just a religious theory, Coulter states. There’s a reason that Marx and Hitler relied on Darwinism to bolster their horrific worldviews. Coulter quotes Hitler’s Mein Kampf, in which he proclaimed that his goal was “to promote the victory of the better, the stronger, and to demand the submission of the worse and the weaker … [in accordance with] the eternal will that rules this universe.” When you take God out of the picture, says Coulter, man becomes just another animal, fighting for survival of the fittest.

Naturally, Godless has provoked liberals to the point of apoplexy. Instead of fighting the main argument of Coulter’s book, liberals (and some conservatives) have latched onto page 103, in Coulter’s fifth chapter. The basic point of the chapter is that Democrats cannot win the battle of ideas, and so have chosen to send “only messengers whom we’re not allowed to reply to. That’s why all Democratic spokesmen these days are sobbing, hysterical women.”

Coulter specifically takes to task the so-called “Jersey Girls,” four liberal partisan widows whose husbands were murdered on 9/11. Here’s the inflammatory passage, in relevant part: “These self-obsessed women seemed genuinely unaware that 9/11 was an attack on our nation and acted as if the terrorist attacks happened only to them … These broads are millionaires, lionized on TV and in articles about them, reveling in their status as celebrities and stalked by grief-arazzis. I’ve never seen people enjoying their husbands’ deaths so much.”

Senator Hillary Clinton (D-NY) responded to this passage thusly: “Perhaps her book should have been called ‘Heartless.'" 2004 Democratic presidential candidate (and Jersey Girl-endorsed nominee) Senator John Kerry (D-MA) likewise stated, “we owe all the 9/11 families Ann Coulter slandered so much more than just outrage. We owe them thanks. And we also owe it to them to put the focus where they originally put it when, in the middle of their grieving, they stood up to demand answers and action from a government that invoked their husbands’ memories for political reasons …”

Really, now. I understand that Hillary doesn’t want to read Godless, and I understand that John Kerry owes a debt of gratitude to the Jersey Girls for cutting him some campaign commercials. Nonetheless, reading the context of the quote might be worthwhile. Clearly Coulter isn’t claiming that the Jersey Girls popped champagne as the planes hit the Twin Towers – she’s claiming that they have taken advantage of every available microphone to pose as national security experts, then claimed the sanctuary of victimhood when attacked politically.

There is no doubt that this is absolutely true.

Kerry proves Coulter’s point when he blabbers on about the debt of gratitude we owe to the Jersey Girls for selflessly subsuming their grief to rip the Bush Administration. Dorothy Rabinowitz of the Wall Street Journal has made the exact same point as Coulter (OpinionJournal.com, April 14, 2004):

    “Nor can anyone miss, by now, the darker side of this 
spectacle of the widows, awash in their sense of victims’
entitlement, as they press ahead with ever more strident
claims about the way the government failed them.”
Yes, Coulter’s language is more direct than Rabinowitz’s. But that’s why Coulter is Coulter. And that’s why Godless is so deliciously good.

Liberalism has run out of ideas, so it seeks to shut down debate. Criminals must be freed because the courts say so. Abortion on demand must be provided because (1) women say so, and you’re not a woman, or if you are, shut up, you haven’t had an abortion and (2) the courts say so. Public education may not be fixed because if you want to fix it, you hate teachers. With regard to AIDS, the environment, stem cell research, and the origins of life, liberals label their own views “science” and those of their opponents “religious bigotry.” And with regard to national security, liberals trot out victims who agree with their point of view – and if you don’t agree, you need to shut up. Ann Coulter won’t shut up. Thank God.

Copyright © 2006 Creators

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To: Sully- who wrote (20503)6/17/2006 7:58:47 AM
From: Sully-  Respond to of 35834
 
Coultermania!

"Vent"
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To: Sully- who wrote (20503)6/20/2006 4:29:27 AM
From: Sully-  Respond to of 35834
 
    [N]aturally the media brand Coulter as the insensitive 
spewer of hateful invective, as in the New York Daily
News’ “Coulter the Cruel.” Moore, on the other hand,
according to Frank Rich of New York Times, is merely
a “polemicist and powerful storyteller.”....
    ...Maybe I’m biased, but nothing—absolutely nothing—Ann 
Coulter has said about John Murtha or John Kerry or the
Jersey Girls strikes me as remotely comparable in
vileness, cowardice and rank stupidity as Michael Moore’s
blanket calumny against some of the bravest men of the
20th Century.

Don't Call Ann Coulter the Michael Moore of the Right

by Humberto Fontova
HUMAN EVENTS
Posted Jun 20, 2006

The dentist cranks up his drill, revs it up and digs in. At first, no problem. The Novocain kicked in minutes ago. Half our head is numb. He asks us a question and we nod spastically. He asks another and we mumble like Steve Martin in “The Jerk” when reading Bernadette Peters’ goodbye note that fell in the bathtub.

Meanwhile his drill keeps buzzing. The buzz gets louder, harsher. Our jaw—and finally our whole head—start vibrating. The sadist in the face mask and rubber gloves drills deeper, deeper. Soon—“AAWH!” We wail in pain. He went too deep. Either that, or not enough Novocain kicked in.

Some say Ann Coulter has the same effect on liberals. She “hits a nerve,” they say. Thus they squeal and shriek every time she releases a book. If only liberals were so lucky. The fact is, when this woman cranks up her drill and goes after a liberal nerve, she makes Lawrence Olivier’s Dr. Szell in Marathon Man come across like Florence Nightingale.

And what fun to watch! “Is it safe?” she asks Alan Colmes with a malicious leer. “Is it safe?” she snickers to Katie Couric while putting on the gloves. “Is it safe?” she inquires of Matt Lauer while revving the dentist’s drill in his face. Compared to Coulter’s liberal victims, Dustin Hoffman while strapped into Dr. Szell’s torture chair, suffered about as much as Sen. Teddy Kennedy at a Club Med massage parlor that serves drinks.

Calling Ann Coulter the “Michael Moore of the right” has become commonplace. But the label insults Coulter more heinously than she insults any liberal, including John Murtha and the Jersey Girls, for which she’s been recently scolded by everyone from Matt Lauer to Bill O’Reilly.

In 2000 Michael Moore wrote a famous letter to Elian Gonzalez. Among the highlights:


<<< “your mother decided to kidnap you … in Cuba, you were in jeopardy of receiving free health care whenever you needed it, an excellent education in one of the few countries that has 100% literacy … your mother snatched you and put you on that death boat because she simply wanted to make more money. Your mother placed you in a situation where you were certain to die on the open seas and that is unconscionable. It was the ultimate form of child abuse.” >>>


So let’s see here: in the Jersey Girls we have women who—yes, tragically—became widows, but also became brazen political partisans, media darlings and millionaires. They stepped into the media spotlight and started shooting at conservative targets. Fine. But someone should have notified them that this set them us as targets, too.

On the other we had a destitute single mom who grew up oppressed under a Stalinist system and who either drowned or was eaten alive by sharks attempting to free her son from the clutches of a regime that jailed more of it’s subjects than Hitler or Stalin’s and was busily brainwashing him.

Coulter refers to the media-lavished millionaires as “Harpies” and “Broads.” Moore trashes Elian’s martyred mother as a money-mad gold digger, a kidnapper and a child-murderer.

So naturally the media brand Coulter as the insensitive spewer of hateful invective, as in the New York Daily News’ “Coulter the Cruel.” Moore, on the other hand, according to Frank Rich of New York Times, is merely a “polemicist and powerful storyteller.”

Among many other crimes and horrors, “Florida’s Cubans” writes Moore in his book, “Downsize This,” are responsible for

<<< “sleaze and influence-peddling in American politics. … In every incident of national torment that has deflated our country for the past three decades … Cuban exiles are always present and involved.” >>>


Such a blanket trashing of an entire ethnic group straddles the very dictionary definition of bigotry. Normally the entire Democratic Party would work itself into a collective froth against the villain who spouted such “hate-speech.” Normally every media outlet in the land would promptly and boastfully ban this villain from its airwaves, broadcasting the decision between film clips of fire-hoses in Selma, cross burnings, and torch-light Storm Troopers at Nuremberg.

Moore himself denounces Republicans as


<<< “people who hate … people who get up at six in the morning trying to figure out which minority group they’re going to screw today.” >>>


But ah! In “Downsize This,” Moore was insulting Cuban-Americans (i.e. Republicans), you see. So all is forgiven. So instead of being pummeled as a bigot by the usual media, academic and governmental sniffers and snouters, Moore was feted as the guest of honor at the last Democratic National Convention, squatting his gargantuan gluteus in the very President’s Box alongside Jimmy Carter. Then waddling onto the stage at Boston’s Fleet Center to an ovation rivaling even the one that deafened Fidel Castro when he addressed Harvard Law School and Washington’s National Press Club in 1959. Though it was close.

Moore continues in his book,

<<<“These Cuban exiles, for all their chest-thumping and terrorism, are really just a bunch of wimps. That’s right. Wimps.” >>>


His smear refers to all Cubans who left Cuba but singles out the Bay of Pigs invaders for particular scorn. “Ex-Cubans with a yellow stripe down their backs,” he calls them, on top of “crybabies.”

During the Bay of Pigs days these men—all volunteers and overwhelmingly civilian—battled savagely against a Soviet-trained and Soviet-led force 10 times its size, inflicting casualties of 30-to-1. When the local CIA man realized they’d been betrayed by the best and brightest he pleaded with their commander to allow an evacuation. “We will not be EVACUATED!” yelled that commander into his radio from the clearly doomed beachhead. “We came here to FIGHT! This ends HERE!”

And so it did. Then came the real heroics. Living under a daily firing squad sentence for almost two years these men refused to sign the confession damning the “U.S. Imperialists” (the very nation, which for all they knew at the time, that had betrayed them on that beachhead.) Many spat on the document in front of their Communist torturers. “We will die with dignity!” responded their second-in-command Erneido Oliva to his furious Communist captors, again and again and again.

In blanket-trashing all Cubans who for some crazy reason rejected free-health care and universal literacy, Moore also trashes the longest serving political prisoners of the century.
Cuban-Americans like Roberto Martin-Perez, Mario Chanes De Armas, Eusebio Penalver, Angel de Fana, who spent 30 years in Fidel Castro’s gulag. That’s more than three times as long a Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn and Natan Sharansky spent in Josef Stalin’s gulag.

“For months I was naked in a 6x4 foot cell,” recalls one prisoner. “That’s four-feet high, so you couldn’t stand. But I felt a great freedom inside myself. I refused to commit spiritual suicide.” Again, escaping their tortures would have been easy: simply sign “confessions.” They refused. Normally such men would have publishers, producers and documentary makers lining up for their stories. A&E would feature them every other month. NPR, “Frontline,” “60 Minutes” and the History Channel would beat down their doors.

Alas, these were Fidel Castro and Che Guevara’s victims. Enough said.

In other words, the very things people like Moore, Sean Penn and the Dixie Chicks say and write for free publicity, Fidel Castro and Che Guevara’s prisoners refused to sign to save their lives, or to end two decades of daily torture. Yet the Democrats’ pet walrus sneers at them from his Upper West Side pad as “wimps, cowards and crybabies.”

A guilt-stricken JFK finally ransomed back the Bay of Pigs prisoners. Hundreds of these promptly joined the U.S. Army and many volunteered for action in Vietnam. One of these was named Felix Sosa-Camejo.

By the day Mr. Sosa-Camejo died while rescuing a wounded comrade, he’d already been awarded 12 medals, including the Bronze Star, three Silver Stars and two Purple Hearts. I’ll quote from his official citation:

“On February 13, 1968, the lead platoon was hit by an enemy bunker complex manned by approximately forty North Vietnamese Regulars. Upon initial contact the point man was wounded and lay approximately 10 meters in front of the center bunker. The platoon was unable to move forward and extract the wounded man due to the heavy volume of fire being laid down from the enemy bunker complex.

“Captain Sosa-Camejo immediately moved into the firing line and directed the fire against the enemy bunker. With disregard for his safety, Captain Sosa-Camejo ran through the intense enemy fire and pulled the wounded point man to safety. After ensuring that the wounded man was receiving medical treatment, Captain Sosa-Camejo returned to the fire fight and again exposed himself to the intense enemy fire by single handedly assaulting the center bunker with grenades killing the two NVA soldiers manning the bunker. As he turned to assault the next bunker an NVA machine gun opened up and he was mortally wounded. Captain Sosa-Camejo’s valorous action and devotion to duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.”

From his limousine Michael Moore sneers at this Cuban-American and his Band of Brothers as “wimps and crybabies with yellow lines down their back.”

Maybe I’m biased, but nothing—absolutely nothing—Ann Coulter has said about John Murtha or John Kerry or the Jersey Girls strikes me as remotely comparable in vileness, cowardice and rank stupidity as Michael Moore’s blanket calumny against some of the bravest men of the 20th Century.

Mr. Fontova is the author of Fidel: Hollywood's Favorite Tyrant

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To: Sully- who wrote (20503)6/23/2006 2:30:28 PM
From: Sully-  Respond to of 35834
 
The society of victims

by Burt Prelutsky
Townhall.com
Jun 22, 2006

Ann Coulter certainly stirred up a hornet’s nest when she accused the so-called Jersey Girls of wallowing in their widowhood. Tim Rutten, the resident media critic for the L.A. Times, accused Coulter of being cruel and tasteless. He was so outraged by what she had written and said about the quartet that, in a frenzy of self-righteousness, he then went on to describe her as a gaunt 45-year-old, an “ingénue with fangs,” and summed up her appeal as pornographic, likening it to “black leather and Nazi paraphernalia” which “have a kind of iconic status in the sadomasochistic subcultures inclined toward fetishism.” Talk about cruel and tasteless! And, frankly, it sounds to me like Mr. Rutten has dipped more than his toe into this nether world about which he writes so knowingly.

For the record, I completely agree with Coulter. It’s deliberate and it’s cynical the way that liberals keep dragging out these people to espouse their leftist agenda, counting on their status as victims to not only add gravitas to their partisan drivel, but to ward off legitimate criticism.

The Jersey Girls, who might easily be mistaken for the Dixie Chicks if they could carry a tune, are only the most recent examples. We have also had Cindy Sheehan, the woman who dumped husband and young son in order to pursue her passion for nutball politics. When her soldier son, who had re-upped to do a second tour of duty in Iraq, was killed, she decided to cash in on her status as a gold star mother. Alive, she’d had no time for him, but, once dead, she wore him like a Congressional Medal of Honor.

We shouldn’t forget Michael Berg, much as we might like to. Just when you figured he’d fallen off the radar, the father of Nick Berg was dragged back into the spotlight as soon as Zarqawi was killed. While normal people were celebrating the occasion, Mr. Berg got to repeat his mantra that it’s actually George Bush who’s the butcher of Baghdad, even though it was Zarqawi who hacked off his son’s head. When asked how he felt about Zarqawi’s execution, the sanctimonious Mr. Berg, the Green Party’s candidate for Delaware’s lone congressional seat, said, “I have learned to forgive a long time ago.” He means he’s forgiven the man who murdered his son, but not the president of the United States. Hard to imagine that even the Greenies couldn’t do better than this guy. If I were running a dating service, I’d make every effort to introduce him to Ms. Sheehan. They’d make a lovely couple.

The Jersey Girls first got our attention when they announced that the government’s $1.6 million payoff in the wake of 9/11 wasn’t nearly enough to assuage their grief. Personally, I never understood why the survivors of that tragic event had anything beyond the amount of their loved one’s life insurance policy coming to them. Since when did being in the wrong place at the wrong time entitle one’s spouse to win the lottery? There were heroes on 9/11, and I would have the federal piggy bank cracked open to help their survivors, but they weren’t wearing suits and ties, and working in the Twin Towers; they were easily recognized, though, because they were wearing badges and guns or steel helmets with NYFD printed on them.

In America, we have a way of confusing victims with heroes. Part of it can be blamed on all the tabloid journalism that infests the popular media. Go on TV and spill your guts about your addiction to drugs, booze or sex, and you can count on the studio audience, and one assumes the folks at home, reacting as if you’d come up with a cure for cancer.

Or consider Coretta Scott King. For all I know, she may have been a nice woman. But the fact is, as Reverend King’s wife, she got to stay home with the kids while her husband ran off and, apparently with a regularity Bill Clinton couldn’t help but admire, cheated on her with other women. But no sooner was he killed than the widow got to assume the mantle of martyrdom, not to mention complete moral authority. She became not only the keeper of the flame, but the executor of his literary estate. And as such, the lady made people pay through the nose any time they wanted to quote a line from one of his speeches. Even, as I recall, once when the line was meant to appear on a memorial in his honor.

I hate to be cynical, but in her case, as with the Jersey Girls, widowhood proved to be a good career move.

Burt Prelutsky has been a humor columnist for the L.A. Times and a movie critic for Los Angeles magazine. He is the author of Conservatives are from Mars (Liberals are from San Francisco).

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