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Some people reasonably think we shouldn’t be spending time responding to the Coulter thing or whatever else the wingnut of the hour hacks up on the carpet. Don’t waste your time on a comeback, because they’re not going to get it anyway. Don’t let them see that it bothers you, because it just encourages them.

Well, it does bother me. Congratulations, Ann Coulter. Every time your haggard face opens and something slimy comes out of it, I feel a little twinge of hurt and shock and unhappiness. Not because I particularly care what you think about anything, but because I don’t like being reminded that such ugliness exists in the world. If someone were to show me a picture of a mutilated kitten, it would also make my day a bit darker.

The relevant attention Coulter gets isn’t from us, but from the people who clap and cheer when she says “faggot.” If that weren’t there, she would shrivel up into a dry husk of a late-night radio show host and we wouldn’t have to hear about her ever again. And that’s the part of Wingnuttia that deserves our attention. It needs to be seen and known and remembered for what it is. It needs to be held up and scrutinized and lamented and mocked. We need to spend time shaking our heads that such people exist and congratulating ourselves for being better than them. We don’t need to be above pointing out that we’re better than them.

Not that any of us has that problem. I’m just saying, good for us.