This woman wants to be your next President; Michele Bachmann hops into the PHB 2012 GOP Clown Car. The video speaks for itself.

Meet congresswoman Michele Bachmann. If you weren’t already acquainted with the outspoken Minnesota Republican then prepare yourself for this soundbite machine’s divinely inspired run for the presidency in 2012.

But wait, there’s more…

Bachmann says she has the ‘spirit’ of John Wayne…Gacy

“Well what I want them to know is just like, John Wayne was from Waterloo, Iowa. That’s the kind of spirit that I have, too,” she told Fox News prior to the official announcement of her candidacy in Waterloo…”Waterloo’s John Wayne was not the beloved movie star, but rather John Wayne Gacy, the serial killer,” Stephen Dinan wrote.

However hard we may laugh at the latest addition to the GOP Clown Car, click over to read Matt Taibbi’s Michele Bachmann’s Holy War: The Tea Party contender may seem like a goofball, but be warned: Her presidential campaign is no laughing matter.

[D]on’t look her in the eyes; don’t let her smile at you. Michele Bachmann, when she turns her head toward the cameras and brandishes her pearls and her ageless, unblemished neckline and her perfect suburban orthodontics in an attempt to reassure the unbeliever of her non-threateningness, is one of the scariest sights in the entire American cultural tableau. She’s trying to look like June Cleaver, but she actually looks like the T2 skeleton posing for a passport photo. You will want to laugh, but don’t, because the secret of Bachmann’s success is that every time you laugh at her, she gets stronger.

In modern American politics, being the right kind of ignorant and entertainingly crazy is like having a big right hand in boxing; you’ve always got a puncher’s chance. And Bachmann is exactly the right kind of completely batshit crazy. Not medically crazy, not talking-to-herself-on-the-subway crazy, but grandiose crazy, late-stage Kim Jong-Il crazy – crazy in the sense that she’s living completely inside her own mind, frenetically pacing the hallways of a vast sand castle she’s built in there, unable to meaningfully communicate with the human beings on the other side of the moat, who are all presumed to be enemies.


Pam Spaulding

Pam Spaulding