In case you haven't read it yet, Matt Taibbi's piece on Michelle Bachmann
is fall-off-your-chair funny. Choice bits include:
She's trying to look like June Cleaver, but she actually looks like the T2 skeleton posing for a passport photo.
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.
Young Michele found Jesus at age 16, not long before she went away to Winona State University and met a doltish, like-minded believer named Marcus Bachmann. After finishing college, the two committed young Christians moved to Oklahoma, where Michele entered one of the most ridiculous learning institutions in the Western Hemisphere, a sort of highway rest area with legal accreditation called the O.W. Coburn School of Law...
This institution became Regent University, which provided a massive number of recruits for Dubya's Justice Department.
Bachmann was mentored by a crackpot Christian extremist professor named John Eidsmoe, a frequent contributor to John Birch Society publications who once opined that he could imagine Jesus carrying an M16 and who spent considerable space in one of his books musing about the feasibility of criminalizing blasphemy.
Bachmann seems so unduly obsessed with Shariah law that, after listening to her frequent pronouncements on the subject, one begins to wonder if her crazed antipathy isn't born of professional jealousy.
But in fact, such tales by Bachmann work precisely because there are a great many people in America just like Bachmann, people who believe that God tells them what condiments to put on their hamburgers, who can't tell the difference between Soviet Communism and a Stafford loan, but can certainly tell the difference between being mocked and being taken seriously. When you laugh at Michele Bachmann for going on MSNBC and blurting out that the moon is made of red communist cheese, these people don't learn that she is wrong. What they learn is that you're a dick, that they hate you more than ever, and that they're even more determined now to support anyone who promises not to laugh at their own visions and fantasies.
That last excerpt summarizes the problem with American politics: Much of our citizenry prefers hallucination to reality.
I think that Bachmann could win the nomination. Nobody really likes
Mitt Romney. He doesn't appeal to the Republican base. The good news is that nominating Bachmann could make it easier for Obama to win. The bad news is that nominating Bachmann could make it easier for Obama to win.
No question about it: Obama is the lesser of two evils, although he's still pretty damned evil. Alas, this country seems to want
to see an insane libertarian wield supreme power. Maybe we'd be better off if it happened. Maybe the only way to cure the nation of its affection for hallucination and myth is to have a fundamentalist fruitcake like Bachmann preside over a complete economic collapse. I never favored the "we need to hit bottom before we can rebuild" strategy, but what choice do we have?
No matter who wins in 2012, liberals need to tell the world that Barack Obama never tried to enact our core beliefs. This man does not represent us.
By the way -- like most Libertarians, Bachmann doesn't mind sucking the gummint teat