So I dreamed that Ann Coulter was stalking me. Early on, we were friends, but then it just got weird.
She started following me around and showing up in unusual places. And she was drinking my blood. With a straw.
I finally had to call her out in front of an audience. Told her she needed and intervention. She said we could work it out. I told her she had gone too far.
Yes, I can see what my brain was getting at. Ann was clearly the symbol of the GOP. First we were friends and then she became a parasite that just wanted more and more. I just wish my brain could be a little less graphic sometimes.