Her blog is fun for a day or two until you realize that she doesn't have anything to say. It's all schoolgirl giggling and taking joy in the word "tits." Nothing wrong with that in small doses, but absent anything of greater substance it becomes as interesting as bathroom stall graffiti; if one didn't know otherwise, one would swear it was scripted. I can't be the only one who made the "how appropriate" eye-roll when I discovered that her last name was Cox.Steven Crowder, on the other hand, is right on the money (h/t: Hot Air):
It's actually kind of annoying to have to constantly defend this woman, by which I mean constantly object to the tasteless, spittle-flecked rage with which progressives berate her. And if you imbeciles keep it up, you're going to unite the GOP behind her, and possibly enough independents (who most object to politics when it gets tasteless and dirty) to retire Emperor Golden Dancer to the lecture circuit early.
Don't say you weren't warned.
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