close, but no cigar

I finally got to see Coulter's "terrorist attack." How delicious. The look of utter, all-encompassing fear on her donkey face as her life flashed before her eyes - this creature was sure she was about to be murdered, and knew that it would be a well-deserved fate. I'd almost say that her heart was in her throat, but that would necessitate having one. I sincerely hope that sudden flash of overwhelming terror dogs that bigoted fugly twunt the rest of her misbegotten life.