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She purses her lips provocatively, flashes a half smile, as if she?s sharing a secret, intimate joke with the TV camera, and then there?s that toss of her thick blond mane. Then she slightly lowers her head and tips it to the side as she looks coyly into the camera again. Of course, she?s wearing the ever-present little black dress hiked thigh high and her legs are crossed as she sits slightly sideways on the stool.

I don't know why nobody has ever noticed this before, but Ann Coulter's body language, while lobbing her nasty little bombs of hatred, is that of a barroom skank at a pickup joint at half past three in the morning. Closing time. There?s a slight air of desperation as she flirts, minces, and attempts to seduce the audience and the usually male talk show host.

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