So Ann Coulter's latest "book" with inaccurate endnotes and everything just zooms in on a picture of the thing as it lays on the floor of her latest imaginary conquest's imaginary bedroom, where her victim discerns a very real spire.
Although even that's edited. We all know that not only is the dress no longer inky black, it would be covered with years of encrusted stains from the fapping right-wingers she insists surround her at all times for her to devour like the praying mantis hybrid she is.
And hey, enjoy your morning everyone now that these images have been provided you.
(pic via TBogg)