And then I sez to God, I sez ...
It is becoming profoundly difficult to give a damn about what Michele Bachmann thinks; despite this, however, she still insists on telling us. Here she is explaining to the nice radio theocrat James Dobson, who is crazier than she is, that God is going to "answer our prayers"
and kill Obamacare:
That's why you saw the House of Representatives pass my bill, the full repeal of Obamacare last week, and that's why I have renewed confidence that we can see this bill pass in the Senate and I think the President will ultimately be forced to repudiate his own signature piece of legislation because the American people will demand it.
And I think before his second term is over, we're going to see a miracle before our eyes, I believe God is going to answer our prayers and we'll be freed from the yoke of Obamacare. I believe that's going to happen and we saw step one last week with the repeal of Obamacare in the House. We have two more steps. We serve a mighty God and I believe it can happen.
First off, if God Himself appeared in the Senate, James Inhofe would filibuster him. Second off, God works in mysterious ways, but if God works through Michele Bachmann's ever-incoherent legislative agenda I'll eat my left shoe. Third off, ever since I sat through two separate Michele Bachmann speeches at CPAC premised on the idea that government should immediately devote itself to curing Alzheimer's
with absolutely no suggestion of how they should do that or why she was suddenly apparently for a massive federal involvement in America's health care after condemning that very thing in every other sentence and in every other context has forever soured me on the idea that Michele Bachmann even knows herself what the flying monkey-basted hell she's going on about.
So I think she's Elmer Gantrying this and then some, when she says God is going to present America with the "miracle" of crushing things basket-case conservatives don't like.
Also: We'll be "freed from the yoke of Obamacare"? Seriously? It's a "yoke," now? No, crazy lady, you're a yoke. You're a yoke and a half.
