If they ever make a movie about Batshit Michele Bachmann, Fran Drescher would be a good choice for the lead, but who would ever have thought that Batshit Bachmann could have played the role that made Fran Drescher famous?
From George Will (who apparently has nothing better to do or opine on) at The Washington Post:
WASHINGTON — When Marcus Bachmann came home that Saturday evening in 2000 he checked the telephone answering machine and was mystified by the many messages congratulating his wife for something. “Michele,” he said, “do you have something to tell me?” She did.
The state senator from her district in suburban Minneapolis-St. Paul had been in office for 17 years, had stopped being pro-life [he became anti-life?] and started supporting tax increases, so that morning she had skipped washing her hair, put on jeans and a tattered sweatshirt and went to the local Republican nominating caucus to ask him a few pointed questions. There, on the spur of the moment, some similarly disgruntled conservatives suggested that she unseat the incumbent. After she made a five-minute speech “on freedom,” the caucus emphatically endorsed her and she handily won the subsequent primary.
After six years in the state Legislature, she ran for Congress and now, in her second term, has become such a burr under Democrats’ saddles that recently The New York Times profiled her beneath a Page One headline: “GOP Has a Lightning Rod, And Her Name Is Not Palin.” She is, however, a petite pistol that occasionally goes off half-cocked.
Two things, George. First, that story sounds like something a legend in her own mind would make up. Second, half-cocked? Projecting, perhaps? Is that why you don’t like blue jeans? (Click on that link, dammit. It’s to a post I did on ol’ George over at the Big Orange, complete with lots of pix)