There’s still a kibosh on the man-hand jokes, though.
Okay. Now you can mention her name, and her eyes will fill not with dead light, but clammy fear and greasy despair, and Jesus will toss confetti for his frolicking kittens. (All due props to the Rude Pundit.)
All well and good, but the fact that there are OTHER authors batshit enough for her to rip them off and get away with it? Well, now that’s just a sign of dark times.
Evidence of plagiarism did little to tarnish the reputation or diminish the solid body of original work produced by Doris Kearns Goodwin and Stephen Ambrose. Surely Ms. Coulter can weather this storm.