The virtuous Ann Coulter has decided that she doesn't much care for Todd Akin any longer. However should he "withdraw, honorably sacrificing his personal interests to save the country, it will be time for all good men to rally around Akin as an American patriot"--one drawing a handsome retirement from the very same, big-spending government for which he possesses nothing but a greedy contempt.
Coulter's affections are entirely pragmatic. Claire McCaskill, you see, is a "left-wing, tax-cheat sitting Democratic senator ... Chuck Schumer in a dress." Mr. Akin, on the other hand, is "probably a good Republican in many other ways"--which is Coulter's way of say that sure he's an imbecile, but his crime is that he's an inept imbecile: "a politician who should have a clear, nonthreatening answer at the ready for the most cliched question in the MSM’s playbook."
Why it is that the question that Akin was asked was "cliched" is another question altogether, one that pertains only to the creeping severity of Ann Coulter's paranoid schizophrenia. Her suggestion--if I read this singular flake of her blizzardly mental illness correctly--is that the question was demonically akin to the insufferability of the lamestream media having once asked Sarah Palin about her reading list. Oh, the horror of gotcha.
The variation in this case, though, was of course that the "gotcha" was a "cliche," according to Coulter, which means that Akin should have had his drooling simple-mindedness at the ready. That he did not, was unforgivable. Drool and simple-mindedness are OK, indeed Coulter encourages them. What she absolutely demands, though, is snappy simple-minded drool.