After centuries of gross racial injustice and inequality, what are a few jokes about proud traditions between friends, right?
This is likely the thinking behind conservative pundit Ann Coulter’s latest desperate bid for relevancy, when in response to a White House holiday greeting for those celebrating Kwanzaa, Coulter decided to take an active swipe at the African-American cultural holiday, by penning her own version of “jingle bells,”
Kwanzaa bells, dashikis sell
Whitey has to pay;
Burning, shooting, oh what fun
On this made-up holiday!
Charming, isn’t it? Throughout the article itself, Coulter attacks Kwanzaa as a made up holiday, citing the 1966 founding on radical black activist and suspected FBI informant Ron Karenga, ultimately claiming the entire thing is a leftist conspiracy, presumably to make her feel bad about being white.
Claiming that Kwanzaa is a “horror” such as President Obama or public schools, Coulter bends and twists into knots to take the African-American cultural celebration and turn it into something with which to keep her dying firebrand notoriety alive in a world of (in some cases, not all) increasingly sophisticated punditry.
No longer the darling of right that she used to be, Coulter in many ways seems to have become a crazy aunt in the right wing, patted on the head for her snark and brought occasionally to holiday dinners on Fox News, to promote whatever sloppy diatribe she may have spun when not tending to her collection of hatreds as a spinster might a herd of feral cats.
It may be possible that as the modern heroes of her ideology generally seem to cut their teeth in the public sphere by hurting others, be it through cutting vital public services to people in need, or simply shooting unarmed teenagers during their assumed duties as suburban vigilantes, that Coulter simply needs to step up her game beyond bombastic race baiting and skirting the edge of truly outlandish conspiracy theories.
Perhaps, as she toys with in her latest happy-holidays blog, she needs to take that leap into outright total conspiracy theories and presume that everything, from the post office to the annual White House Easter Egg roll, is all part of a grand conspiracy to punish her for her whiteness. Or, alternately, maybe she should just embrace the perpetual void of obscurity and irrelevance that has been courting her since her name first came up in conversation.