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Michele Bachmann on the Rapture, Obama, and Divine Marriage Inequality

This is Tuesday, and the end of the world is coming very soon, according to Michele Bachmann.  I want to join the honest chorus of those who do not find that to be Good News!  We had thought to take a little trip this summer, but  not that one!

And who am I kidding, anyway?  Michele is sure and certain that she is going to be with Jesus.  I believe that she will be where Jesus is, but she thinks that she is going to spend forever singing, "How Great Thou Art", and I have good reason to believe I will not have to do that.

If there is any comfort in believing what Our Belle, Michele says, it is that she has pinpointed the dastardly events and mortal sins that are bringing the end upon us.  Obama!  Obama and his negotiations with Iran, and his support for marriage equality!

 Obama has backed Michele and the Almighty into a corner, where the only good and decent thing the Almighty can do is to destroy all the rest of us; those of us who had hoped to take a little vacation this summer, and maybe (or maybe not) pay off a couple of bills!  
No point in that now, is there?

“We see the destruction, but this was a destruction that was foretold.”  That is what Ms. Bachmann said.  She is going on to glory, and I will miss my vacation, and she knew about it!

We live in privileged times.  Earlier generations could not possibly have known that The United States of America would elect a Black President who would bring us all to death and destruction.  Oh, some among us had intimations, and some have a clearer understanding than most, and I wish I could have been the first to admit that Michele Bachmann is one of then, but I am not.  It embarrasses me how wrong I was when I thought that she just had a thing about homosexuality, and an uncommon zeal for what god-awful things god is going to do to sinners at the end time.  No, I will admit now, now that it is too late, that Our Belle Michele simply has better eyesight than me, and a fiercer enthusiasm for death and destruction.

Our Belle is reported to have said, in a Facebook post, that Barack Obama is like the pilot of that plane who deliberately flew into an Alpine valley.  (I did not even know that Obama was a pilot.  But never mind, now that the end times are coming up fast, like the Alps.

I don't want to sound flippant on matters like this, but there have been so many threats made about the end of the world, and I suppose that if they continue forever that sooner or later the sun will go out.  I am trying to look upon it as practice time, which means that I had better make a payment on that credit card, because American Express is still going to be collecting when some of us get to Glory.  I do believe that.


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