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Our Shadowed Belle

It should not surprise you that I have a parka:  I live in Minnesota.

It has nothing to do with the weather.  It is Our Belle, Michele.
She--Michele Bachmann--is the Wicked Witch of the Upper Midwest;
the one with all that eyeshadow whom God Annointed
to give the Tea Party response to Obama's State of the Union Address.

Ouch!  Ouch!  Ouch!

That might not have been eyeshadow.
Those might be tea bags, or black eyes.
She may have gotten those black eyes
Fighting Tirelessly with our Founding Fathers
whom she said Fought Tirelessly to end slavery.

You know, the slaves who did not count as free men,
who grudgingly, later, were counted as 3/5ths
of a real human being for purposes of allocating how many
Genuine White Men States like Virginia, for instance, could elect,
and could receive tax compensation for.

Those tirelessly freed slaves!

Well, maybe the Fathers did not fight tirelessly to free slaves,
but they fought harder than they did to allow women to vote.
Women were allowed to vote for a few years in New Jersey,
providing they owned property, but then it slipped away, again,
until about 1920.  My mother was ten.

But about that parka!
I keep the hood pulled up to hide the fact
that I live in Minnesota, too.
Where Our Belle is from.

The parka is an inadequate disguise.
"Say," people say, "aren't you from Minnesota?"
"How many children has Minnesota left behind, actually?"

Our Belle has a little problem with homosexuals, too.
Michele says God doesn't like homosexuals very much, either.
Or maybe she meant that God loves the homosexual
but hates the sinner; something like that.  Or, as she says it:
"Please . . . read my recent column on the threat that
legalized gay marriage poses to our civil and religious liberties
and, to tax exempt organizations in particular."       (In an email to supporters)

At least she didn't blame homosexuals for forcing God
to kill all those blackbirds that are falling out of the sky!
That wasn't Michele.  That was Cindy Jacobs.

Michele didn't mention it again, in her Response to the Response
to the State of the Union, but she did say, earlier:
"I don't know where they're going to get all this money
because we're running out of rich people in this country."

That doesn't worry me.
What worries me is wondering what to wear
when the weather gets warmer.
I don't mean when the globe warms. That's an unamerican idea!
I mean when summer comes.

Maybe eye shadow.

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