It all started with a word. One word. Six letters. And for some reason, you felt the need to use it not one, not two, but three times.
I’ll be honest: I could barely allow my fingers to merely type the word, let alone utter it out loud. I could feel myself cringe as I looked at the word after I typed it. I wanted to quickly erase it, the way a child turns beet red when they realize they’ve said something they shouldn’t have. But you? You don’t even seem to think you’ve done anything wrong. What’s that? You don’t believe you did anything so heinous? Allow me to illuminate just two of your tweets from the last month…
Well, Ms. Coulter, you, and society, need to learn that being compared to people like me should be considered a badge of honor.
No one overcomes more than we do and still loves life so much.
Now, I don’t care what your political ideology is or if you really, truly disagree with someone. That doesn’t give you the right to use such a despicable, vulgar word. Thank you for confirming just how tacky and ignorant you are.
Words hurt. They sting. But this word? This word? It’s just unacceptable, no matter how you slice it. You’re a bully, plain and simple, which is sort of ironic considering you’ve said you’re tired of people bullying you. Doesn’t feel so great, does it? October is Bullying Prevention Month, so maybe this is the perfect time to stop putting other people down and hurling insults as weapons. It’s really not an effective strategy.
Ann, I sincerely hope that you’ll come to see the error of your ways and take steps to change in the future. Don’t be part of the problem. Be a part of the solution. Be a part of the future.
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