“I Hate Ann Coulter” showed up in the mail last night, in fulfillment of my Amazon order. It’s dedicated to Ms. Coulter herself, “whom we love like O.J. loved Nicole”; a teeny-tiny book with huge type written by “Unanimous” and I’m wondering if you can make a lot of money writing a book under the nom de plume of Unanimous. I don’t see why not. Maybe I should give it a try sometime.

I’m left with the impression that the bar has been lowered for writing books, although I must say pp. 35-40 were pretty funny. Nevertheless, the book’s fatal flaw is that it begins with a premise that Ann Coulter owes someone, perhaps everyone, some sort of apology for doing a lot of stuff…and then the book proceeds, with unintentional irony, to do exactly that stuff. So you can’t take it seriously by any means. But in all fairness, you aren’t supposed to take it seriously. Not completely. “Unanimous” does appear to labor under the delusion he’s got some kind of a valid beef here, and that’s a problem.

Anyway, the bathroom scale had said unkind things to me so I was taking a long, incendiary bath trying to melt the lard off my body. During said bath I chopped through half the book rather effortlessly. At the end of it, the radio guys explored in some depth Gloria Allred’s quasi-legal shenanigans with regard to the fellas who were oh so injured by Michael Richards, including quotes from the lawyer in red herself…and I was left thinking. I believe I know why the writer is “Unanimous.” It is impossible for me to track the guy down and find out what he thinks of Gloria Allred.

I would really like to know.