Ann Coulter’s new book challenging America’s propensity for historical scab-picking and twisted, counterproductive race-based social policy is called Mugged: Racial Demagoguery From the Seventies to Obama.
It isn’t the first book of its kind, of course.
We’ve had Larry Elder’s Stupid Black Men and any number of worthy tomes by Thomas Sowell, Shelby Steele, Joseph C. Phillips, and John McWhorter, all bravely pointing their lances at the nation’s highly lucrative (and deadly) Liberal-Racial Complex.
However, unlike all those writers, Coulter is a white woman — which is evidently all it takes to make Whoopi Goldberg swear at Coulter on television.
(I can’t imagine Goldberg reacting the same way to a black male author, conservative or otherwise. Your mileage may vary.)
I couldn’t help but think back to Goldberg’s long-ago, star-making turn on Broadway, portraying (among other characters) a little black girl who wishes she was white, showing off her “long luxurious blonde hair” – in fact, a white shirt she’s bobbypinned to her head.
I don’t know who installed Goldberg’s buttons, but Coulter’s very existence sure does push ‘em.
She has that effect on people. I’ve seen it up close.