Sweet Annie C.

Ann Coulter is my favorite earthbound demon. Beezlebub is too showy, and Mephisto smells too sulphury (yes, there is such a thing as too sulphury). No, my favorite: Annie C.

Her column today was delightful bile, more so for its title than its content: LIBERALS LOVE AMERICA LIKE O.J. LOVED NICOLE

A highlight from today's piece: "The Washington Post criticizes Bush for not rushing back to Washington in response to the tsunami -- amid unfavorable comparisons to German Chancellor Gerhard Schroeder, who immediately cut short his vacation and returned to Berlin. (Nothing snaps a German to attention like news of mass death!) ."

She managed to turn Schroeder's concerns for a mass distaster and tragedy into a Holocaust attack. She must fart acid. I mean, she must.

Our favorite conservative propagandrix raises an interesting question at the end of the piece: "Stipulating that liberals love America -- which apparently depends on what the meaning of 'love' is -- do they love America as much as they love bin Laden and Castro?" See, this is why I cannot hate Annie C. Sure, she's evil. But, she's comically evil. Her perversion of logic and basic decency is so cartoonish as to render her harmless and cuddly. I'd hug her if it wouldn't blister my skin.