Posted on 02/27/2005 12:32:00 PM PST by KentTrappedInLiberalSeattle
NEW YORK Ann Coulter, no stanger to controversy, stirred the pot some more this past week, when she took up the subject of the still-simmering story of ex-White House reporter James Guckert, better known as Jeff Gannon, formerly of Talon News.
Writing in her February 23 column for Universal Press Syndicate, Coulter observed, among other things, that Guckert/Gannon was a better reporter than The New York Times' Maureen Dowd and his "only offense is that he may be gay." Nothing unexpected there, but Coulter also wrote: "Press passes can't be that hard to come by if the White House allows that old Arab Helen Thomas to sit within yards of the president."
But when the column got posted by by Universal on its Web site, that line was changed to: "Press passes can't be that hard to come by if the White House allows that dyspeptic, old Helen Thomas to sit within yards of the president."
The original column is still available at anncoulter.com and labeled "Universal Press Syndicate."
Helen Thomas continues to write a regular column for Hearst. Her parents are Lebanese. She has spent more than 60 years in journalism.
You know the rules...
I have one thing to say to Ann: YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!
WOW! That picture is enough to ruin a thousand days!!! Ann is right on point again as always. Someone needs to post Ann's picture for this thread to be valid.
LOL not that rule....
Excuse me while I give my eyes an acid rinse to clear that image.
"You know, I'm going to start thanking
the woman who cleans the restroom in
the building I work in. I'm going to start
thinking of her as a human being"
This was not a very smart move on the editors part. AC is not the writer/woman that you want to do that to. Anxiously await the retaliation she will undoubtedly visit upon them. Someone pass the popcorn please, this will be fun to watch.
Oh yeah, you know the rules! Where's AC's photo's?
You are cold.
In fact also in violation of Coulter Rule 28-1,
"A poster who posts the seahags picture in response to
the invocation of Coulter Rule #1 is guilty of a Frelony
and must take the consequences of their actions."
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THREE BILLY GOATS GRUFF (guess who is the troll)
fairy tale books | 11-2002 | DFU rewrite of the original
Posted on 11/11/2002 9:35:18 PM PST by doug from upland
The Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time there were three billy goats called Gruff. In the winter they lived in a barn in the valley where they paid outrageous utility rates thanks to Gray Davis. When spring came, they longed to travel up to the mountains to eat the lush sweet grass, have a big steak, and drink beer. They loved driving their gas-guzzling SUV.
On their way to the mountains the three Billy Goats Gruff had to cross a rushing river. But there was only one bridge across it, made of wooden planks. There would have been more bridges but the union workers had been on strike for three years. And underneath the bridge there lived a terrible, ugly, one-eyed troll named Helen Thomas.
Nobody was allowed to cross the bridge without the Helen the Troll's permission - and nobody ever got permission. After engaging in a screaming and virulent anti-Republican diatribe, she always ate them up.
The smallest Billy Goat Gruff was first to reach the bridge. Trippity-trop, trippity-trop went his little hooves as he trotted over the wooden planks. Ting-tang, ting-tang went the little bell round his neck.
"Who’s that trotting over my bridge?" growled Helen the Troll from under the planks. "Are you a right winger?"
"Billy Goat Gruff," squeaked the smallest goat in his little voice. "I’m only going up to the mountain to eat the sweet spring grass."
"Oh no, you’re not!" said Helen the Troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast! You want anti-abortion justices on the Supreme Court!"
"Oh no, please Ms. Helen the Troll," pleaded the goat. "I’m only the smallest Billy Goat Gruff. I’m much too tiny for you to eat, and I wouldn’t taste very good. And I didn't even vote last time. Why don’t you wait for my brother, the second Billy Goat Gruff? He’s much bigger than me and would be much more tasty. Besides, he voted a straight Republican ticket."
Helen the Troll did not want to waste her time on a little goat if there was a bigger and better one to eat, particularly one who was canceling out her votes. "All right, you can cross my bridge," she grunted. "Go and get fatter on the mountain and I’ll eat you on your way back!"
So the smallest Billy Goat Gruff skipped across to the other side.
Helen the Troll did not have to wait long for the second Billy Goat Gruff. Clip-clop, clip-clop went his hooves as he clattered over the wooden planks. Ding-dong, ding-dong went the bell around his neck.
"Who’s that clattering across my bridge?" screamed Helen the Troll, suddenly appearing from under the planks.
"Billy Goat Gruff," said the second goat in his middle-sized voice. "I’m going up to the mountain to eat the lovely spring grass."
"Oh no you’re not!" said Helen the Troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast. You voted for people who are poisoning the air, taking school lunches from children, and trying to destroy the trolls' social security benefits."
"Oh, no, please," said the second goat. "I may be bigger than the first Billy Goat Gruff, but I’m much smaller than my brother, the third Billy Goat Gruff. Why don’t you wait for him? He would be much more of a meal than me. And I promise not to vote next time."
Helen the Troll was getting very hungry and was worried about being late to a Sinkmaster speech, but she did not want to waste her appetite on a middle-sized goat if there was an even bigger one to come. "All right, you can cross my bridge," she rumbled. "Go and get fatter on the mountain and I’ll eat you on your way back! Vote for Bush in 2004 and I'm going to hunt you down and kill you."
So the middle-sized Billy Goat Gruff scampered across to the other side.
Helen the Troll did not have to wait long for the third Billy Goat Gruff. Tromp-tramp, tromp-tramp went his hooves as he stomped across the wooden planks. Bong-bang, bong-bang went the big bell round his neck.
"Who’s that stomping over my bridge?" roared Helen the Troll, resting her Clinton DNA-stained chin on her hands.
"Billy Goat Gruff," said the third goat in a deep voice. "I’m going up to the mountain to eat the lush spring grass and smoke a good cigar."
"Oh no you’re not," said Helen the Troll as she clambered up on to the bridge. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast!"
"That’s what you think," said the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. Not only did he vote a straight Republican ticket, but he used his tax savings to buy a Bowflex Home Gym and get into great fighting shape. He lowered his horns, galloped along the bridge and butted the ugly troll. Up, up, up went the Helen the troll into the air... then down, down, down into the rushing river below. She disappeared below the swirling waters, and was drowned. Soon, she would be joined by Terry McAuliffe.
"So much for his breakfast," thought the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. "Now what about mine!" And he walked in triumph over the bridge to join his two brothers on the mountain pastures. From then on anyone could cross the bridge whenever they liked - thanks to the three Billy Goats Gruff. They all vowed to go after any RATS who would stand in the way of the Bush agenda.
Not that rule!
Helen Thomas continues to write a regular column for Hearst. Her parents are Lebanese. She has spent more than 60 years in journalism
1. who cares?
2. who cares?
3. who cares?
That doesn't look like Lebanon balogna to me. That looks more like summer sausage or balogna roll. Lebanon balogna is larger in diameter and never cut thick like that.
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