Oh dear, Michele Bachmann is attention whoring again, to make up for the fact that her husband is a raving queen and prefers dick to pussy, even if he can't admit it in public.

She has a voice that makes nails on a blackboard sound melodious in comparison, and a facial aspect that suggests strongly an imminent need for haloperidol. It's pretty obvious that struggling to be the dutiful Stepford Wife in order to be acceptable to the GOP, is having a more lethal effect on her remaining neurons than Creuzfeldt-Jakob Disease. She's become the sort of hollowed-out shell that is the inevitable result of circulating among right wing fundagelicals in anything other than a satirical capacity.

Bear in mind that she became a full-bore theocrat at the age of 23. She'd have inflicted less damage upon her brain if she'd been dual mainlining cocaine and meth.

@Sheldon

"What is with the religious, and their relentless objections to other people enjoying themselves?"

Not all of 'em I can assure you. My chronically catholic parents had no catholic friends, and really knew how to have a good time. My dad was adamant that a bloke was not drunk until he fell down.

The local methodists were very different animals: They were against sex. This was based on the belief that sex may lead to dancing-- these guardians of morality always had dour expressions. That because of the suspicion that somewhere someone might be having a good time.

---We had a methodist wowser as State Premiere (Governor) for 29 continuous years. During his tenure, pubs closed at 6pm. The city closed on Sundays; no cafes, restaurants, pubs or even amateur sporting events. Until about 1964, Adelaide was like the dark side of the moon as a place to live.

My dad would bring home a couple of extra long necks on Friday night. Sunday morning, after mass he and mum would load we two kids onto their bikes***, with the beer. They would then cycle a couple of miles to one of Dad's war buddies. Home at 1-ish

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*** Mum got her first fridge when I was six in 1953. Dad got his first car in 1960 . A black 1938 Nash. . I got my first car in 1970, 24 hours after arriving home from my Singapore army posting. .