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The Gooder Samaritan

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It feels like I have been holding my breath ever since Donald Trump was elected.

Now I can breathe out!  Michele "My Belle" Bachmann says that President Trump is "a man of faith". 

Oh, there are some things about Donald Trump I suppose she might be disgusted at, things that have to do with groping, and boasting about groping, and being sued about groping, maybe even a doubt or two about his serial marriages but, as you know, Ms. Bachmann is a woman of great faith in God and disgust at gay things, and she says The Donald has asked The God for help and guidance. 

How does Ms. Bachmann know these secret things about the President?  She says that Vice President Mike Pence told her so, and since everyone knows that Mr. Pence is a vocal, committed believer himself, and Mr. Pence said, "I want all of you to know that the president is a committed believer.  He is a man of faith". 

There!  Straight from the straight horse's mouth. 

That does not immediately strike some of us as much like Mr. Trump, but I will admit that our President does often say, "Believe me!" and things like that, indicating he is very familiar with faith commitments. 

And The Donald is not too large or too orange to admit that an extra prayer or two might not be of help.  Michele says she has been in the Oval Office with him.  Not alone, mind you:  with other people there!

"We asked him if he wants prayer and he said, 'Sure'.  We put our hands around him respectfully and we prayed for him."  

(You did notice the "respectfully", didn't you?  We don't want no prayerful groping here!)

Ms. Bachmann, who so wanted to be President herself, says that Trump "understands who put him into the White House, and that is people of faith".  

It has to be tough, it has to take a woman of great, forgiving faith to respectfully admit that God passed her by like a traveller, stripped, beaten, and left half dead alongside the road, who then turned to Good Samaritan Trump as his choice for President, helping him like the stranger that he is.  Something like that.   

Michele Bachmann is not alone among the sanctified who support Trump.  She was, in fact, attending a meeting hosted by the Family Research Council, which has been designated a hate group by the Southern Poverty Law Center.





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