Who is Ann Coulter?
some consider her a brilliant debater and political figure, while others only know her as the racist speaker that she is.
This blonde republican seems to live in a world all her own, and likes to share her twisted views on society with anyone who will listen. Coulter has her own opinions and isnt afraid to tell it like it is. Whether its Countries or races, if she doesnt like it, she'll tell you. When is the line crossed for Freedom of speech? AFter someone is invited to speak in your country and all she does is insult you and your culture?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
cliche
Slamming the door, I walk outside to wait for my mother to drive me to school. "You're not going out like THAT, are you?" she lectures. I ignore her and get in the car. "I'm going to be late." I shout. "How many times do I have to tell you: While you live under my roof, you'll live by my rules, and there's no way your going to school with that piece of shrapnel in your lip!" she yells. I roll my eyes, "Whatever mom. I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to decide how I should dress," I say sarcastically. "You can't always tell me what to do! I’m 16, that makes me practically an adult. You need to stop treating me like a baby!" I bravely add.
Gritting her teeth she mutters, "I'll treat you like an adult when you start acting like an adult." We drive in silence for a while. "Well, don't think I’m letting you get out of this car until you take that atrocity out." she says calmly. "WHY!" I holler. "Because I’m your mother, and I said so." She states matter of factly. I’m really in the doghouse now.
"Well Amanda's parents let her do whatever she wants!" I attempt to argue.
"Oh, and if Amanda goes and jumps off a bridge, are you going to jump off too?"
As kids, we really have no comeback for that. Frustrated I turn and look out the window, giving my mother the cold shoulder. Looking at the hole that’s slowly getting bigger in the toe of my boot, I’m not sure if I should bring it up or not. It comes up like word vomit, “You said you’d take me to buy new shoes today…” I mutter.
“What, do you think I'm made of money?” She answers, “Back in
Gritting her teeth she mutters, "I'll treat you like an adult when you start acting like an adult." We drive in silence for a while. "Well, don't think I’m letting you get out of this car until you take that atrocity out." she says calmly. "WHY!" I holler. "Because I’m your mother, and I said so." She states matter of factly. I’m really in the doghouse now.
"Well Amanda's parents let her do whatever she wants!" I attempt to argue.
"Oh, and if Amanda goes and jumps off a bridge, are you going to jump off too?"
As kids, we really have no comeback for that. Frustrated I turn and look out the window, giving my mother the cold shoulder. Looking at the hole that’s slowly getting bigger in the toe of my boot, I’m not sure if I should bring it up or not. It comes up like word vomit, “You said you’d take me to buy new shoes today…” I mutter.
“What, do you think I'm made of money?” She answers, “Back in
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