Anne Coulter leaned over the laptop in her darkened multi-million dollar home in the high hills looking out over Boulder, Colorado. A greenish glow from the screen cast satanic shadows under her over-sharpened cheekbones, made more ominous still by an unconscious leer contorting her mouth, an evil glow of destructive lust in her pale eyes, and the tip of her pale white-coated tongue flicking over her lower lip from time to time. She laughed. "Stupid liberal!! He's never going to get out of that damned funny farm!! Ha!! HA!!"