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Bat-crap Crazy!

Sometimes finding the right words eludes us.  

Consider, for instance, how to describe the people who want to run against Barack Obama for the Presidency:  Newt the Serial Gingrich, Tiny Tim Pawlenty, Our Belle Michele Bachmann, the Former Half-Governor of Alaska, or Mike Mau-Mau Huckabee.  Something there is that eludes an accurate and appropriate description of all of them. 

Not Brian Schweitzer, the Governor of Montana.  He has a knack for precision when it comes to common-sense description.

In Montana, the Republican legislature has proposed a number of things.   Some Montana legislators think it might be a fine thing to secede from the Union; you know, kind of go it alone up there in Montana.  The Montana Nation.  Other legislators have suggested that allowing silencers on hunting guns might be kind of fun.  As you might expect, others Montanans believe that hunting with a spear is more their style.  And it is!  

It's not all about hunting and seceding, of course.  Some of the Republican legislators, who hate government intervention, you understand, as a matter of deep principle, have proposed that people who want a divorce should be required to spend six weeks in counseling, and then get a divorce.  And while they are in counseling, the legislature proposes create an armed paramilitary militia, and to put into law a stern denial of climate change.  That should take care of flooding!

Then, too, they want an 11-person commission with the power to veto any Federal laws they do not like.   Maybe fight the Civil War over again, I suppose.  Oh, yes!  They want a birther bill, too!  Send Obama out of the country, back to Hawaii!

"Bat-crap crazy!"  That's what Brian Schweitzer call it.  

I wonder if Schweitzer has time to moderate the Republican debates coming up in Iowa.  



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