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Ann Coulter- Lying Bitch

Yeah. Like that’s a revelation.

Lately I’ve been ignoring le skank because, well lets face it, she’s a bit past her sell-by date and it’s like picking on Tiffany. I mean, who really cares anymore. But then I saw the man/woman taking a potshot at Max Cleland, and I thought it deserved a response. Coulter writes:

Moreover, if we’re going to start delving into exactly who did what back then, maybe Max Cleland should stop allowing Democrats to portray him as a war hero who lost his limbs taking enemy fire on the battlefields of Vietnam.

Cleland lost three limbs in an accident during a routine noncombat mission where he was about to drink beer with friends. He saw a grenade on the ground and picked it up. He could have done that at Fort Dix. In fact, Cleland could have dropped a grenade on his foot as a National Guardsman ? or what Cleland sneeringly calls “weekend warriors.” Luckily for Cleland’s political career and current pomposity about Bush, he happened to do it while in Vietnam.

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Indeed, if Cleland had dropped a grenade on himself at Fort Dix rather than in Vietnam, he would never have been a U.S. senator in the first place. Maybe he’d be the best pharmacist in Atlanta, but not a U.S. senator. He got into office on the basis of serving in Vietnam and was thrown out for his performance as a senator.

Cleland wore the uniform, he was in Vietnam, and he has shown courage by going on to lead a productive life. But he didn’t “give his limbs for his country,” or leave them “on the battlefield.” There was no bravery involved in dropping a grenade on himself with no enemy troops in sight. That could have happened in the Texas National Guard ? which Cleland denigrates while demanding his own sanctification.

Here’s the truth:

U.S. Sen. Max Cleland, D-Ga., was 25 when he became a triple amputee as a result of a grenade explosion during the Vietnam War.

For nearly 32 years, Cleland lived with the belief that it was his grenade that almost took his life. He put his struggle into words in 1980 when he wrote “Strong at the Broken Places,” then followed it up with “Going for the Max! 12 Principles for Living Life to the Fullest.” Then, in the summer of 1999, Cleland got a telephone call that changed his life: David Lloyd, a fellow Marine who helped save his life on the battlefield, told him it was someone else’s grenade that caused the accident.

Cleland has since revisited his memoirs — adding the rest of the story and a new forward by Sen. John McCain.

Ann Coulter shouldn’t even be allowed to speak Max Cleland’s name. And she shouldn’t be allowed to get away with smearing him in order to prop up a lying fratboy coward who hid out in the National Guard and then couldn’t even bother to show up for work. There’s no bravery in lying about a man who showed up to do his job and paid the price that Cleland did. And it’s too bad that Cleland doesn’t have a leg left to kick Coulter’s skinny ass back to Connecticut.

I’d pay to see that. I’d pay a lot.

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