Michelle Bachmann's Slitting Her Wrist

I don't know if I've heard anything this crazy in a long time. And believe me, I'm listening!

But maybe the craziness factor is compounded by the fact that this is from a Congressperson. Who, at least at some point in my past, I always figured to be at least semi-sane.

Minnesota's favorite daughter, Michelle Bachmann, though, is setting a new low for the reputation of members of Congress. She is so loony it's scary. This is no longer funny performance art -- I try to be generous. She has passed over into something so bizarre even Sarah Palin's shaking her head.

What did she say now? How about this:

"What we have to do today is make a covenant, to slit our wrists, be blood brothers on this thing. This will not pass. We will do whatever it takes to make sure this doesn't pass."

She's talking about healthcare reform. Isn't that weird? You know, she cuts her wrists, the first thing they'll do is rush her to the hospital. And being a Congressperson, having government health insurance, we'll be paying for her recovery. There's some irony there!

Mike Huckabee

Mike Huckabee climbs aboard the Crazy Express -- the same train Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck, and Rex Rammell -- are on.

He thinks -- Mike Huckabee seriously thinks this -- that ... get this ... that if we had President Obama's healthcare reform that Ted Kennedy would've been neglected the whole last year of his life, that he would have been told to go home, take a pill, and die.

I don't know what planet that is believable on. But I know it's very very far from this one.

Is there no penalty anymore for this kind of insane talk? Blather. Good grief, how far we've fallen in the quality of discourse in this country. The Republicans are out and out crazy.

Crazy Guy Alert

I like to document all those times in my life when I'm suddenly glommed on to by a crazy guy. It happened again today.

I was minding my business, taking the dog down by the lake. I'd just gotten out of the car, headed for a bench, and I didn't make it, before a guy on a bike pulled up and started talking to me. At first it was OK, then I realized it was a crazy guy who wasn't going to leave. This became even more obvious after he'd been there 10 minutes, going from one subject to another.

The dog took a poop and he was calling it a landmine that he wouldn't want to step on. But it wasn't there long, a few seconds, before I cleaned it up. The dog did the scratching of the grass, like wiping her paws, and the guy thought she was trying to bury it. He told a few dog stories of his own, including one about a dog that had been neutered and probably wondered what happened to his missing parts. Then blah blah blah...proving to be endless.

We expressed the desire to take a walk and that's the only thing that dislodged him from our presence.