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She is a sick, ugly woman. And when I say "ugly," I refer not to her witchy, horse-faced countenance, but to the ugly hatred that fills her mind and soul.
I don't agree that she says this stuff just to get attention. I've met far too many people in my life who wholeheartedly believe the hateful, bigoted bilge that spews from her lips to think it's impossible that anyone could really think this way. She does, and thus has a delightful surprise waiting for her at the Pearly Gates:
"I'm sorry, Ms. Coulter, but you're not on the list. The down elevator is, appropriately, to your right."