Thank God: Michele "Bat Shit Crazy" Bachmann is back
Sheeeee’s Baaaaaaack…  Despite tons of 2012 Repug carnage, Rep. Michele Bachmann will still be flitting around Washington hot air space another 24 months, excreting crazy like there’s no tomorrow. ‘Cause there’s not, y’all! Apocalypse! Huzzah!


STILLWATER, MN — Thank God!  In their finite wizdumb¹, a slim majority of the conservative Reptilicans of Minnesoda’s [sic]  sixth district have squeaked out an answer regarding the employment of their premier flying rodent guano repository suppository.  That answer?  A 500+ or – vote mandate to keep her busy finding commie Muslim monsters under her bed, or anywhere else she might imagine they could hide.

Bachmanns Kitchen Pledging derp-fest...
All rise: Michele and Marcus Bachmann, who famously started the “Kitchen Pledging” craze among conservative freakoids a few years ago, applauded his win* with a fresh pledge aimed directly at their kitchen stars and stripes.

And for that we thank them. Because without Michele and Marcus, we would have lost a pair of nutters who are simply the best possible example for exposing the toxic lunacy of the right-wing politics and religion cocktail.  It’s still the all-too-popular power-drink of choice for the tea-totaling fundamentalist evangelicals, who are bound and determined to wind up in a FEMA re-education camp.

Is that so wrong?

Bachmann pie in the face



¹ wiz•dumb
the quality of theoretical experience in the alternate universe, alternate universe knowledge and judgment; the quality of what passes for being wise in the alternate universe.
• the soundness of an action or decision with regard to the application of such experience, knowledge and judgment in the alternate universe: some questioned the wizdumb of the term legitimate rape.
• the body of knowledge and principles that develops within a specified fringe of society or period in the alternate universe: the traditional frakking wizdumb of the radical right.

* Yes, his win; he ‘s the man, remember?


  1. Propagandee Propagandee

    Gee, thanks, Bub. Just when I thought I’d exorcised that image below of Ham Head Rove from my brain, you post this one of Michelle Bachman.

    For a second there I thought I’d accidentally googled a Twilight Zone episode where a Stepford wife is turned into a manikin.

    1. Yur welcome, bro. I get it, ham is delicious, bat guano is not.

      But I don’t think we can afford to forget the crazed look of Michele Bachmann; it seems particularly chill-worthy when you contemplate why it’s there— and I’m thinking about that zealotish detatchment from reality that characterizes a lot of fundamentalist Christians of her political stripe. They strike me as perhaps the most significant obstacle to spiritual sanity in this country.

      “The shadow of a hair’s turning, premeditated for an untrue purpose, the slightest twisting or perversion of that which is principle — these constitute falseness. But the fetish of factualized truth, fossilized truth, the iron band of so-called unchanging truth, holds one blindly in a closed circle of cold fact. One can be technically right as too fact and everlastingly wrong in the truth.” —The UB

      That’s them, and they’re getting worse.

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