The underground correspondent we keep on retainer in an Atlantic seaboard city that knows how to keep its secrets, Guy Noir - Private Eye, sent us a message by courier pigeon today, which read as follows:
Like Ann Coulter, MM can be an articulate ass.Sigh. O Tempora, O mores!
So what, so can I! And so can be every single cleric we are forced to humor, including or especially the popes.
And so, let's agree that sometimes she makes her points.
First (regardless of the rust of the piece, this)
"Oh, please! There comes a time to grant a bit of credit to Mae West: “Between two evils, I always choose the one I haven’t tried before.”
(see graphic of HC on ice)
And then this beauty, which partially explains the popularity of a blowhard like Trump. I mean, how much Vatican II-like crap can any real man or woman stomach, anyway?:
"All the tiptoeing, the pussyfooting, the if-you-please-your-Majesty gets in the way of the truth of things."