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Our Swiss Miss

Even though we all know that providing competent and adequate health care to everyone who needs it is a dirty, rotten socialist, character-eroding activity, Sarah Palin admitted that her family had gone to a nearby Canadian city for health care.


Now, our very own Belle, Michele Bachmann, has applied for and received dual citizenship in Switzerland.  Her husband, Marcus, is apparently Swiss, and their marriage makes Michele eligible for citizenship.  Anyway, she said, "It's tough to find a place not to like in Switzerland!".  And, Switzerland has universal health care.  


But Michele probably will not need health care.  Over there.  Or anywhere where everybody has access to it.  Dripping of socialism!  


I think dual citizenship is fine.  I suspect that liking to be a part of two places is far better than thinking it is "us against them".  But is Switzerland the best place for Michele?  Does she speak French?  German?  Italian?  Does neutrality seem like a natural for Michele?  


I admit that trying to think of a better country for her to profess allegiance to is baffling.  There must be some place better where women are women, and men are husbands.  Does God whisper into the ears of Swiss citizens that they should run for the Presidency?  I mean other Swiss citizens!  


What the heck!  We will just have to share her.  Reduce our share to part-time.  Merci vielmals!  Danke beaucoup!

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