Cocaine is a hell of a drug, man.
I think that would require a nano-bite of intelligence. Something the Freepers curiously lack.
Of course, I don’t think they seem to see the difference between making fun of a nasty, cruel, viscious harpy having her jaw wired shut and making fun of the death of a man’s grandmother. But, like I said above…
(And, I’d like to add, if Ann’s grandmother died, or if she had cancer or something, I’d probably feel sorry for the fact that she was in pain. I wouldn’t necessarily mourn, but I’d pity her, at least. Jaw being wired shut? Not so much)
I don’t believe its possible for slime to have emotional attachments.
You guys are viscous to poor Ann.
Even if you set the current to “crispy” ?
Now she will have to eat puppies through a straw. 
We saw what you did there. Don’t think we didn’t.
About twenty years ago, William F. Buckley announced plans for an around-the-world trip on the Concorde. Well-heeled conservatives could buy seats on the supersonic odyssey for around twenty grand apiece. Buckley wrote about the adventure in a series of columns which described the luxurious accomodations and pricey options (the per-page price for a fax was staggering).
Some liberals criticized it as a gaudy display of wealth.
Near tragedy struck when part of the plane came off in Australia. Fortunately, the crew was able to land the plane safely, and nobody was hurt.
The editor of a left-leaning paper (who had declined to print the columns Buckley wrote about the trip) had the best comment on the malfunction when he said, “This may not prove God’s a Democrat, but it proves he’s got a sense of humor”.
I think that line is appropriate here.
Yeah, but at least we don’t have to HEAR her voice.
I wouldn’t assume that she had any ancestors.
That’s rather tacky. I’m sure if you looked under some wet rocks in her home town you’d find some.
Well, not any that would want to admit that they were of course.
Her mouth needed Re-fills…?
…not that it doesn’t explain a lot…
Was it the front?
Somehow, some way, she will blame this on Bill Clinton.
Wait, so you’re saying she broke her jaw giving Bill Clinton a blow job? Aw, come on, now, the man’s got some standards!
You know how you always have the little angel and the little devil sitting on your shoulders, like in cartoons?
My little devil just went, “Ahhhh, fuzzy and cozy and snuggly right down to the cockles of my heart.”
The little angel: “You shouldn’t say things like that. What if she’s in pain right now?”
The little devil: “…”
The little angel: “…Yeah, karma’s a beautiful thing.”
Or at least a minimum allowable weight.
I don’t like the insane, pathetic woman either, but some of the comments here say more about the poster than about Coulter.
Ah, nothing wrong with a little schadenfreude now and then over something as non-critical as a broken jaw.