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Just What the Good Lord Just Wants Michelle Just to Do

Out there in Massachusetts--somewhere over toward the Atlantic Ocean, I think--their Supreme Court ruled that denying marriage rights to same-sex couples violated the State Constitution.  That absolutely devastated Our Belle, Michele Bachmann.  She went for a walk:

"And I took a walk and I just went to prayer and I said Lord, what would you have me do in the Minnesota state senate?  And just through prayer I knew that I was to introduce the marriage amendment in Minnesota."

(You can tell when an evangelical is praying because they say, "just" a lot, as in, "Lord, I just want to say just this about just that. . . .")

What can you do when the Lord tells you just what to do, except just do it?

The Lord just didn't tell Michele anything about poverty, or wars, or sexual abuse of women, or kids without health care, or doing justice or loving mercy or walking humbly with God.  The Lord just told her to do something just about same-sex marriages.

It appears that Ms. Bachmann might have taken subsequent walks with her Lord, too, because when she talked to an anti-gay group in Iowa, where she is preparing to become the Leader of the Free World, starting with the Republican Caucuses, she supported not only the Defense of Marriage Act (otherwise known as the Attack on Same-sex Marriage Act), but she deplored losing Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and stood firm against unemployment non-discrimination, and Hate Crimes legislation as it applies to gay people.

The Lord does not want to waste Our Belle's talents on health care, or the budget, or infrastructure, or education, or unemployment and jobs, or the mortgage mess, or oil spills, or just trivial things.  He wants her to oppose same-sex marriages, build a new bridge across the St. Croix River in her home town with government money, and to run for President.

There is just nothing like a good walk just to clear one's head, is there?

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