Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Coulter the Outlier

I've been inclined over the years to dismiss Ann Coulter as just another neocon, though an extraordinarily glib and humorous one, but lately she's been getting off the neocon reservation. One of the pillars of neoconservatism is that of open borders immigration — and they share that pillar with liberals and flaky libertarians. But Ann is definitely off the reservation on that subject, among others. By golly, I'm going to buy this book of hers. Steve Sailer tells us about it at takimag.com:

The Coulter Effect


by Steve Sailer


Immigration, with its bumptious reality of comically mercenary fraud covered up by pious cant, provides Ann Coulter with the best topic of her career in ¡Adios, America!

The quantity of humbug emitted about the sacredness of immigration has reached laughable levels since Mexican monopolist Carlos Slim bailed out The New York Times. Coulter writes:


The Times should never stop hearing about Carlos Slim. By all the rules of the Left, you’re not supposed to trust someone beholden to a rich man, especially one with a specific interest in public policy. If Slim had saved any company in the world other than the New York Times, his sleazy insider deals and business model based on mass illegal immigration to the United States would absolutely be a problem. But you forgot something—we’re the New York Times! We’re the good guys. You’re not factoring that in.

Coulter’s latest best-seller, the impressively researched ¡Adios, America!, of course features numerous witticisms. We’re constantly told that conservatives aren’t funny by people without the native wit to realize what a large percentage of professional comedy writers are on the Right. (It’s not unknown for TV writers to email jokes to Ann that they don’t dare use on their own shows.) In her acknowledgements, Ann explains that most of the people who read her book in manuscript


shall remain nameless, on account of the maniacal blacklisting in store for anyone with second thoughts about turning America into Mexico.

Of the friends who let her use their names, she points out:


Nearly all…are Californians. It’s remarkable how quickly people in a state that has been overwhelmed with illegal aliens are able to grasp the fine points of my thesis…. Finally, everyone mentioned here agrees with every single word in this book. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.

But Coulter’s real literary achievement in ¡Adios, America! is less in the pointillist jokes than in her architectural structuring of a huge amount of information and observation to convey a deeply black comic effect.
“The running joke of the book is that liberals don’t get that they’ve unleashed on America the opposite of the principles they claim to uphold.”

The running joke of the book is that liberals don’t get that they’ve unleashed on America the opposite of the principles they claim to uphold and, more surprisingly, the tastes they prefer.

For example, Coulter, who was raised in New Canaan, Conn., notes:


All peasant cultures exhibit non-progressive views on women and children; Latin America just happens to be the peasant culture closest to the United States…. The idea that backward peasants will instantly acquire the characteristics of Americans is the kind of homeopathic magic New Guinea primitives would believe.
What kind of bizarre person must Coulter be to notice such a thing?

As far as I can tell, she is an old-fashioned Northeastern Republican, a proud daughter of Connecticut. The Nutmeg State had been the highest-achieving state for much of American history, attracting individuals of the caliber of Mark Twain, whose satire A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court reflects his appreciation for how high the citizens had managed to climb.


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