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Our Champion! Our Champignon?

She is not going to leave us!  Michele Bachmann is going to run for a House seat, again!  Oh, thank God, thank God!  What would we have done?  Who would have kept up the Good Fight against gay things:  gay marriage, The Gay Philosopher, Marvin Gaye, and her own step-sister?  


She almost left to become President of the United States, but almost everybody preferred somebody else; anybody else.  As Adlai Stevenson said, "America is a country where anybody can become President.  It is just a chance we have to take."  


The speculation was that Michele might challenge Amy Klobuchar for her Senate seat, but her chances of winning that were worse than that she might become President, or Pope.  


Stillwater.  Stillwater on the St. Croix.  Or Stillwater Prison, which is actually next door in Bayport, also on the St. Croix River.  Michele lives in Stillwater, the town.  


Minnesota's 6th Congressional district, which Michele Bachmann represents, circles far across the northern edge of the Twin Cities, with St. Cloud as the main city north and west in the district.  It is, as you get away from Stillwater itself, a district tailored to Michele's political opinions, or she to it.  And she has a genius for raising millions of dollars from Tea Party sympathizers across the nation.  But statewide, in a contest with Amy Klobuchar, she would probably lose.


Michele is staying in Minnesota!  We should be grateful, but probably not as grateful as the rest of the nation.  If she succeeds in her re-election bid, she will probably spend quite a bit of time in Washington D.C., fighting tirelessly, as she said the Founding Fathers did, to end slavery.  As they fought tirelessly to give women the right to vote.  


We are willing to share her!

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