George Soros's rib

Beauty is a beast. Leftist Indian writer Arundhati Roy, the Noam Chomsky of India cum bedroom eyes, opined post 9/11 that Osama "has been sculpted from the spare rib of a world laid to waste by America's foreign policy."

"Arundhati Roy, I'd venture to say, is George Soros's political poster girl," writes Tunku Varadarajan in Opinion Journal re the sexpot Indian authorette who has just been awarded Australia's Sydney Peace Prize:

A certain segment of the American intelligentsia connects gleefully with exotic leftists like Ms. Roy. In fact, the Ms. Roys of our age, and their fans and subsidy-givers in the West, enjoy a touching symbiosis.

The real epicenter of outrage for Ms. Roy lies not in Iraq but in Washington. The whole world is a stage for a morality play that casts the U.S., and all who support it, as diabolical. Ms. Roy and her type pay the ultimate compliment to America by holding that all world events occur at America's behest and that the six billion non-Americans on the planet are but helpless pawns, incapable of doing anything -- especially anything bad -- without Uncle Sam's imprimatur.

The system Ms. Roy deplores has furnished her with a cordon of comfort: freedom of speech, and respect for women's views (not, by the way, Osama's strongest suit). Hers is a kind of infantile rebellion against the structure that houses her. Ms. Roy's celebrated book, her lavish claim to fame, told us of "small things." Now one marvels only at the smallness of her mind -- and wishes, prays, that she would grow up. Just a teeny bit.

We can't deny our raw woman-of-a-certain-age jealousy of the transcendant, youthful beauty of this reflexively anti-American woman (we sorta looked like that in our salad days and played our looks to the hilt, as she obviously does today). Arundhati Roy's face could have launched a thousand ships if only she had played her cards right. Feminine beauty is always a potential trap, tempting its possessor to sell herself short to the highest bidder.  Now that we think of it, that makes the heart-stoppingly sensuous Ann Coulter all the more magnificent for her never having sold out, from the faint-hearted National Review on down. Click here for the talking action figure that every red-blooded American boy wants to find in his Christmas stocking.

Comments

[acjgoomp]

Sisu is testament that the beauty of Norman's muse is not only skin deep.

[Jack]

Heh. I knew Ann Coulter in law school -- I was a third year at Michigan Law School when Ann was a first year. She showed up at my group house at some party we were throwing in the fall of 1985 on the arm of some guy who knew one of my housemates. Thereafter I ran into her a fair amount over the next year, generally at the Michigan Union. Dinesh D'Souza, who was a year or two out of Dartmouth at the time and doing something internish in the Reagan Administration (as I recall), would materialize from time to time and we would sit around talking righty politics quite loudly, to the annoyance of people at surrounding tables. My wife, who at the time was merely my girlfriend and quite the lefty, I might add, was convinced that Ann had a "thing" for me, but being a complete lunkhead I did not notice at the time.

In any case, in the intervening 18 years the following has transpired: First, Ann has not changed in any obvious way. She still speaks the same way, and has retained many of the turns of phrase that were her stock in trade at age 22, and I laugh out loud when I see her on TV. Second, my wife has travelled an enormous distance politically, is now (if anything) to the right of me (she is definitely more conservative on social issues). Third, my wife has become a big fan of Ann's (she has already read How to talk to a Liberal), and she gave me the talking Ann Coulter doll for Christmas last year. Fourth, I still swap emails with Ann, probably a couple of times a year. She has, on occasion, read TigerHawk!

So there you have it.

[Sissy Willis]

You namedropper, you. Totally awesome!

[Miguel]

That stupid idiotic Indian girl and all the people like her don't even fathom how they show their incapability to enjoy the precious gift of life. For all of them the world is oh-so-wrong and everything sooo bad and, of course, it is all the fault of the US. I pity them. Although we have a few of those down here (actually only a small minority as sour as them) we Mexicans enjoy life a lot; in an international survey we ended up in one of the top positions with about 80% of the respondents saying they are happy with their lives. AND WE LIVE RIGHT BESIDE THE US! We should be the grimmest people in the world, we should be oh-so-miserable! Hahaha. Well, we don't buy that BS, and most of us are quite happy most of the time. They are losers, idiots, I actually pity them, must be horrible to be always feeling bad about something. Uggg. Very unhealthy for your soul, mind and body too. Well, may God bless all of the happy people in the world :)

[Sissy Willis]

I love your attitude, Miguel. Gracias. :)