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Along the same lines as Steve Martin's Holiday Wish schtick or Meredith's dream Springer episode, I would like to put Eleanor Clift and Ann Coulter in two glass cages and watch them fight to the death like a couple of beta fish slamming themselves against their clear plastic cups. (Not because I don't like them, au contraire, they are the only women I've ever truly loved--and I just don't have enough love for them both, so this seemed the logical next step...)
Just sharing.
