How does someone end up so full of hate and self righteousness, while still always being able to carry on with that annoying air of supreme certainty that allows no self-doubt to creep in? I guess there are lots of people like that… but most of them used to be decent enough not to spout their vileness on every public forum they could weasel their way on to. They used to just think it inside their pointy little heads.
Whenever I see her on TV, for some reason, I find myself wondering the same thing that I wonder when I see those women weight lifters and bodybuilders with the huge muscles… I wonder: what happened in your life that made this seem like a better alternative, and how empty must your life have been that you now spend all your time fixated on a compulsion to make yourself into what you have become?
Pouring My Art Out 
But why would you want to insult bats and/or vampires by putting those wings on that nasty woman? Bats are useful insect-eaters and vampires are fun fictional characters. Ann Coulter is neither useful nor fun.
vampire batys are very real, and some bats are just rats with wings…
No, squirrels are rats with fur stoles that they drag along behind them. Vampires may be real too, for all I know, so I should be more open minded. I still think you have insulted them with that Coulter creature.
well, it needed to be done… so…
A debatable position, but as I am no hand at debate, I shall let it stand. Rock on.
thanks
How empty must your life have been that you now spend all your time fixated on a compulsion to make yourself into what you have become? (Look in the mirror my friend.)
Oh, I know I am a complete waste of skin and meat… but I make people smile… not cringe…
Art is someone who brings positivity to things. Sure he can look in the mirror, and I hope he’s gratified by what he sees looking back.
I don’t need a mirror… I post so many pictures of myself on the blog, I check my hair while I post…
That’s sick dude.
It works for me…
And still there are those who don’t believe evil exists in the real world.
not me