Worse than a female Rush Limbaugh, more vicious than a cornered rat, not powerful at all, Ms. Coulter seems to be little more than a bandwagon jumper who will find shortly that the bandwagon now is horseless. The premise of the book got my attention and got me to read it. However, lest there be any confusion, the title of the book is not reflective of the contents which are little more than the collective ramblings of a pre-modern maniac depressive. There is some clarity to her thought process in stark contrast to the drug induced largely incoherent ramblings of Mt. Limbaugh. Bottom line - read the book if you want to try to comprehend the otherise incomprehenisble but try to borrow it so Ms. Coulter is not financially rewarded for her bigotry.