Dear Ann Coulter:
Dear Ann Coulter:
I believe you may be the true anti-Christ (and I don't even believe in him!) I look forward to roasting with you in the firey pits of hell. The grudge-match is on, bitch, and I'm gonna fight durrrrrty. I think the first thing I'll do once we get to it, is snap your bony stick arms at the humerus, around your deltoid tuberosity, so they just hang there. Then, I'll probably take a heavy, sharp rock and break your femurs so you collapse to the ground. Then, I'll either kick, stomp or stone you to death. I'm not really sure which method I'll use -- I suppose I'll have to go with the wisdom of life's experience once I get there. One thing's for sure, though, I'm going to make it hurt as much as possible.
Well, I really should get back to writing some Federal Interrogatories, and you have to get back to hate-mongering, and badmouthing the lowest level of liberal scum, shit-smears on American Society, like September 11, widows, so, I'll let you get back to being one of the most evil and horrible people ever to walk God's green earth, but I just wanted to let you know, I'm looking forward to our date!
Kiss-Kiss and Toodles!