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Friday, August 22, 2014

The Bachmann Diaries: Exclusive Interview with Sean Hannity


Dear Diary,

It's been a very hard and sad week. A bank robber named Michael Black Brown was shot by a very brave police officer in Missouri. As usual, the liberals immediately began screaming about how the robber was a Negro black man, and the police officer was white, so obviously, racism was the motivation for the shooting. It turns out that the police officer had his orbital bone broken, and was taken to Iowa for a CT scan. I hate Jim Hoft.

In order to get the facts behind all the liberal rhetoric, I called my BFF, Sean Hannity, to find out the truth, and discover what it's really like to be a black man in America. I'm going to put the interview here first, then Sunday, after church, write it up for World Net Daily. Hopefully, it will go viral, because if anyone knows about the black experience, it's Sean.

(I will be QB for Queen Bachmann, and Sean will be SHIT for Sean Hannity Interview Topic.)

QB: Sean, thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to chat with me today.

SHIT: Michele, of course. You and I have been friends for such a long time, and I love what you and Rep. King did in Texas a few weeks ago. Boy, you two had a lot of fun!

QB: Well, Steve and I have fun wherever we go, whether to Joplin to tour the storm damage, or to Texas to watch illegals get shot. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about Ferguson, and of course, that brave officer, Darren Wilson.

SHIT: Michele, no one knows about the black experience like I do. As you know, I have a slightly olive complexion on camera, so people often assume I am Mexican or mixed race. And I have been discriminated against, mostly by Rachel Maddow, Jon Stewart, Lawrence O'Donnell, Mediaite, and other left-wing communists.

QB: Have you ever been shot by a police officer?

SHIT: No, of course not, because I would never steal cheap cigars, or try to smoke the pot, or threaten a person with a firearm. I own many firearms, and respect everyone's right to own how ever many they want. Except thugs, looters, commies, liberals, and Howard Fineman. Police officers have the most stressful job in the world, next to being a congressperson or a journalist for Fox News, and I respect them far too much. When I had a break in at my Hampton estate, our local police were extremely polite and thorough, even asking me if I had any colored staff members who might have committed this awful crime.

QB: Oh my gosh, was anyone hurt?

SHIT: No, thank goodness, but they stole my wife's entire collection of Dreamsicles, including a very rare black Dreamsicle wedding cake topper. Michele, tell me, if there were racism in America, would there be any such thing as a black Dreamsicle wedding cake topper?

QB: That's an excellent point, Sean. Now, let's talk a little bit about Darren Wilson. I understand good, Christian Americans have raised almost $250,000 for his family and legal fees, is that right?

SHIT: It is indeed. While the liberal media was whining about a police officer doing his job, and ignoring the thousands of looters and thugs, decent, patriotic Americans started a fundraiser for Darren Wilson. I say God bless them.

QB: Sean, you have to feel badly for Mark Michael Brown's family. After all, I'm sure his mother had no idea he was a criminal, and she did lose a son that day.

SHIT: Michele, I feel awful for his family. It's always the loved ones who pay the heaviest price when young people choose to lead a criminal life. Smoking the pot, stealing cigars, walking down the middle of the street. Really, I just want to reach out to his family and give them a gentle hug. Maybe a handshake.

QB: Were you surprised to learn that the early reports of Darren Wilson's injuries were false?

SHIT: I'm still not convinced they were, Michele. Michael Brown was stoned out of his mind, he had already committed grand theft larceny, and he was huge. Almost 7 feet tall from what I understand, and he weighed over 350 pounds. If you saw someone hopped up on God knows what charging towards you, what would you do? Why, you'd stop him any way you could. Unless he was Shaquille O'Neal of course.

(Diary, I had to look up how to spell that-I'm not good with "ethnic" names.)

QB: Sean, I know you need to dash off to a meeting with David Koch, so I thank you so much for this talk! This was really fun, and I'd love to do it again.

SHIT: Michele, it is always a pleasure to speak with you, and I hope to be calling you Madame President someday.

End of interview.

Sean Hannity is so wise.

Diary, this was very tiring, so I am going to take a bubble bath while Marcus paints my toenails.

Hugs and Kisses-Queen Michele, future ruler of Godlandia.


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

When liberals get it wrong


Liberals sometimes get things really wrong. I've done it: I fell for a satirical article quite a few years ago, and lost a good friend because of it. In my early days of writing for the internet, I would guess I didn't research as well as I could have. I learned from my mistakes, and am now very careful about what I write, post, share, quote, you name it. Now I don't get things wrong very often, and if I have even an inkling of a doubt, off I go to research. Wednesday, it seems, was a day when research was ignored, and liberals got a few things really wrong.

The first thing to greet me Wednesday morning were a flurry of prison rape jokes. Rick Perry's mugshot is winging around the web, and a helluva lot of liberals decided it would be effing hilarious to create prison rape joke memes with said photo. For example:


See? Isn't that funny? Rape is funny. Wait, no it's not, it's only funny if it's prison rape. Well, that can't be right, because liberals went batshit insane when Rick Perry refused to implement federal guidelines that would help combat rape in prison. Oh, you're being ironic. How super nifty would it be if the guy who refused to help combat prison rape was a victim of prison rape? I can answer that for you.

Not. At. All.

I cannot stand Rick Perry. I think he is a hypocrite of gargantuan proportions, and I think the liberals creating and sharing these prison rape memes are hypocrites, too. The same people who screamed to high heaven when Congress refused to pass VAWA are now cheering the rape of another person. It's a joke, Erin, lighten up, Erin, oh are you butthurt, Erin, are you offended by something on the internet, Erin, OMG, grow up! This is what you are told if you dare point out prison rape isn't funny. And yes, the people telling you this are liberals.

The second things to greet me when, against my better judgment, I came back online after lunch, were a post about ISIS and an article from the hate group, Britain First. The post was written by a liberal, and the article was shared by a liberal. Paraphrasing the post: Can we all admit now (after ISIS beheaded freelance journalist James Foley) that saying Islam is a normal religion is like saying the Nazis were just a political party?

Yes, because every single Muslim in the entire world is a terrorist, just like every single Christian in the entire world supports Westboro Baptist Church. I'm a Christian, and using this person's logic, I must also be conservative, pro-fetus, anti-child, hate the LGBT community, believe Jesus was white, and think Michael Brown got what was coming to him. The Muslims I know are wonderful, peaceful, bright, amazing people, who condemn all violence. Is Keith Ellison a terrorist? Is Muhammad Ali?

Then the article, from Britain First. For the love of God, are you kidding me? Britain First is a hate group, founded by James Dowson, who was once "dubbed 'the man who owned the BNP.'" Wednesday wasn't the first time I'd seen crap from Britain First. Someone I really believed was an intelligent, insightful person began sharing their propaganda last year, and it made my skin crawl. It takes five seconds to discover what Britain First is, but perhaps that's just too much time. Or perhaps the liberals who are posting those xenophobic articles agree with the content.

Lest you think I am just picking on my people today, let me close with Mike Ditka, former coach of the Chicago Bears, and all-around douche rocket. Mr. Ditka doesn't like all this hullabaloo about the Washington Redskins name, oh no he doesn't. Quoted by The Washington Post, Ditka says:

What’s all the stink over the Redskin name? It’s so much [expletive] it’s incredible. We’re going to let the liberals of the world run this world. It was said out of reverence, out of pride to the American Indian. Even though it was called a Redskin, what are you going to call them, a Proudskin? This is so stupid it’s appalling, and I hope that owner keeps fighting for it and never changes it, because the Redskins are part of an American football history, and it should never be anything but the Washington Redskins. That’s the way it is.Its been the name of the team since the beginning of football. It has nothing to do with something that happened lately, or something that somebody dreamed up. This was the name, period. Leave it alone. These people are silly — asinine, actually, in my opinion.
Mike Ditka, philosopher, flaming conservative, insensitive twit.

That was Wednesday. Dodging idiocy, ignorance, and racism both overt and subtle from both sides, all while trying not to throw my computer monitor out a window. Obviously, the monitor survived. And obviously, given the nature of the internet, the idiocy, ignorance, and racism aren't going anywhere.

The prison rape memes are still being promoted on social media, the post about Islam and the article from Britain First are still up on Facebook, and daring to question one or all three will get you attacked. By fellow liberals. Which all begs the question: Aren't we supposed to be better than this?

I'm really asking. If we're not, if it's perfectly okay to lower ourselves to the level of Stormfront, or Drudge, or Breitbart, please let me know. I won't do it, but it would be nice to understand the new rules.



Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Robin Williams, society, media, and the internet



Moments after learning of the death of Robin Williams, I went to ABC News.com. The photo you see above is what greeted me on their homepage. The screenshot came from my friend John Henry's Facebook page, but this is precisely what you saw on ABC News' website. A statement from the family, asking for privacy, and a banner, boasting of aerial views of Robin Williams' house. 

CBS interviewed a man who claimed to have been in AA with Williams. Quick-what does that second "A" stand for? Anonymous. So, some guy decides his 15 minutes of fame are more important than honoring the ONE rule for AA that promises people struggling with addiction they are safe. Heck, he got on CBS; hope it was worth it.

Then there's the press conference given by one Keith Boyd who, according to his very lengthy email signature, is a Lieutenant with the Marin County Sheriff's Department, and the assistant chief deputy coroner. During the press conference, Keith Boyd released incredibly graphic and salacious details of Robin Williams' death, the scene, and the manner in which Williams died. Boyd also released Williams' home address. Lt. Boyd's explanation to me (via a form email) was less than enlightening. 

While it is true that many of the details given to the media by Lt. Boyd possibly would have come out, the question remains: Did he really have to say what he said? Did he really need to share graphic descriptions? Given the seemingly rabid lust society in general has for trauma, and feeding off other people's suffering, perhaps he did. Perhaps Lt. Boyd got a call from Edelman PR.

In an article shared by David Halperin, an actual journalist, Gawker reveals what Edelman PR told their social media clients to do in response to Robin Williams' death. They posted a blog on their website entitled "Carpe Diem," which outlined tactics their clients could use to "engage" on social media. From the Edelman piece:

There’s a very careful line they need to walk so as to not seem exploitive of a terrible situation but at the same time, it is a national teachable moment that shouldn’t be ignored.


A pro-life website and Rush Limbaugh may have taken Edelman's advice to heart. The website, Life News, posted an article claiming an abortion in Robin Williams' past may have contributed to his depression. The author of the Life News article, Kevin Burke, shared a quote from from an interview Williams gave to The Guardian about how he behaved when he was drinking. Burke then "re-imagined" the quote as being about abortion. As for Limbaugh, well just Google "Rush Limbaugh Robin Williams." I refuse to link to it. Suffice it to say, Limbaugh says horrid things, and shows what a heartless, horrible, soulless bastard he truly is.

Finally, Zelda Williams, Robin Williams' daughter, has quit social media. Ms. Williams was ruthlessly attacked in the days following her father's death online by "people" who mined her accounts for photos of her dad, posted cruel comments to her about Robin Williams, and criticized her for not having more photos of him available. This is her statement, via Instagram:

I will be leaving this account for a but while I heal and decide if I'll be deleting it or not. In this difficult time, please try to be respectful of the accounts of myself, my family and my friends. Mining our accounts for photos of dad, or judging me on the number of them is cruel and unnecessary. There are a couple throughout, but the real private moments I shared with him were precious, quiet, and believe it or not, not full of photos or 'selfies'. I shared him with a world where everyone was taking their photo with him, but I was lucky enough to spend time with him without cameras too. That was more than enough, and I'm grateful for what little time I had. My favorite photos of family are framed in my house, not posted on social media, and they 'll remain there. They would've wound up on the news or blogs then, and they certainly would now. That's not what I want for our memories together. Thank you for your respect and understanding in this difficult time. Goodbye. Xo


This is who we have become, for the most part. I know there are people out there who find all of this-the media, the press release, the pro-life article, Rush Limbaugh, the attacks on Zelda Williams-deeply disturbing, and morally offensive. But how many watched those aerial shots of Robin Williams' house? How many listened to that press release, relishing the details? How many agree with the pro-life piece, or Rush Limbaugh? How many members of our society attacked a young woman who was trying to come to grips with the death of her father?

We seem to have lost our humanity somewhere along the way. Empathy is practically non-existent. A PR firm used Robin Williams' death as a tool to increase traffic for their clients. I am embarrassed and ashamed to be part of the internet today. I am enraged at anyone who would use the death of another person to promote themselves. And that wasn't just Limbaugh. I personally saw quite a few websites publish "tributes" to Robin Williams, and share them not with mental health Facebook pages, or suicide prevention pages, but with big, political pages. The only reason those articles were written was to drive traffic. 

This article is being written because I am pissed off, I am sad, I am shocked, and I am ashamed. Ashamed to write online, because by doing so, I might be lumped in with the sociopaths who used Robin Williams' death for self-promotion. Ashamed of anyone who watched those aerial shots, or delighted in the unnecessarily graphic details, or attacked Zelda Williams, or called people who struggle with suicidal thoughts cowards, weak, and selfish. 

I guess today is one of those days I am just ashamed of humanity. Or what's left of it.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

PewDiePie and Markiplier: What fresh hell is this?

Image of PewDiePie and Markiplier from Google

Our son introduced us to two "internet sensations" Saturday night: PewDiePie and Markiplier. These two gentlemen make money, a lot of money, recording themselves playing video games, then posting the videos to You Tube. In other words (and I am not going to apologize for my take on this at all), while the average salary for a nurse here in the U.S. is about $65,000 a year, there are people making millions of dollars a year playing video games.

Markiplier, whose real name is Mark Fischbach, has over 2.5 million subscribers on his You Tube channel. His videos have garnered almost 600 million views. Yes, I wrote that correctly. I watched one of these videos last night, at the urging of the teenager, called "Turbo Dismount: EXPLOSION PERFECTION." Take a look yourself. Perhaps someone younger than I can explain why this has 719,607 views. What I saw was a grown man, yelling, laughing, swearing, and chatting while he pretended to drive numerous animated vehicles into solid objects, blowing them up and dismembering his avatar.

I had some trouble discovering just how much money Fischbach makes playing video games, but I did read a few articles detailing his charity work. His most recent livestream was last month, and viewers could purchase tee-shirts, or simply donate money, and support the Best Friends Animal Society. So, while I still do not understand why this is a thing, at least Fischbach uses some of his money is commendable ways.

Now, PewDiePie. This guy is a multi-millionaire, with 29 million-plus You Tube subscribers. He has his own store, where you can buy tee-shirts, he has a website, and he's been featured in articles in Variety, The Guardian, and The Atlantic. PewDiePie's real name is Felix Kjellberg. He's 24, has representation, and has more money than you and I will ever even see. And he makes all of it playing video games. This month, PewDiePie released a free I-Phone app.

According to an article published by Business Insider, Kjellberg is the wealthiest You Tube-r on the planet. The article describes him as a "foul-mouthed Swedish video game commentator who has absolutely dominated You Tube over the last year." Business Insider retrieved PewDiePie's estimated income from Social Blade.com, which uses You Tube stats to rank online "stars." Kjellberg has a first-place Social Blade rank, and his estimated monthly income, after You Tube takes their cut, is $208,000 on the low side, all the way to $1.7 million on the high side.

The third wealthiest You Tube-r is a an unnamed Brazilian woman who opens, assembles, plays with, and reviews Disney toys. Business Insider points out her commentary is done in a "soothing voice." She makes anywhere from $505,000 to $5 million a year. The wide range is due to the fickle nature of the InTerWebz, and the 45% cut You Tube gets.

Average salary for a nurse in the U.S.: $65,000 a year. Average salary for a firefighter: $49,000. Average salary for a public school teacher: $56,000. I could give you salary info for the NFL, but we all know athletes are grossly overpaid.

It makes sense then, when one of my son's friends tells me he doesn't want to to go to college, because "that's not where the money is." It makes sense that suddenly, my son wants to start a You Tube channel, where he plays Call of Duty, and gives a running commentary. It makes sense that some guy named Blaze Life Hammer records himself fishing in an MMPORG called Wizard101, and thousands of people watch. Blaze only has about 54,000 subscribers, but give him time: he'll most likely be on some richest You Tube-r list in the next few years.

The future of our nation is education, but try telling that to a 16-year old kid who sees someone named PewDiePie making hundreds of thousands of dollars a month playing video games, and dropping F-bombs. Our son still wants to go to to college and be an architect, thank God. Other parents may not be so lucky as to have a young adult focused enough to stay the course. Yes, both Markiplier and PewDiePie donate a lot of money to charity, but that's due to the fact that they make so much. More than anyone should, doing what they do.

To a parent, especially parents with teenagers, this is a fresh hell. Young, often male (at least the gamers) You Tube "stars," making money hand over fist by doing nothing of consequence. That's a teenagers' dream-to get paid to sit around all day and play video games. Or play with Disney toys. Or eat candy, like Emmy Made in Japan.

Yes, the world is dark sometimes, and we need distractions. We need music, movies, art, books. We need walks outside, and hugs, and chocolate, and laughter. But I do not understand a society that makes someone like PewDiePie a millionaire anymore than I understand a society that makes Kim Kardashian famous. We elevate people of no importance to "stardom," while ignoring the men and women who struggle to make the world a better place.

Our son is going to college, he is going to be an architect, he is going to build green homes-homes that use sustainable resources, solar power, and leave less of a carbon footprint on the planet. Because in a hundred years, PewDiePie will be forgotten, and our son's homes will still stand.

Friday, August 1, 2014

The Bachmann Diaries: Texas Vacation with Steve!



Dear Diary,

You know how much I love Marcus, and how firmly I believe in marriage between one gay man and his wife. And you know that I would never, ever do anything to put my marriage to Marcus in jeopardy. But oh my goodness, Steve King. From the first time Eric Cantor sent us to Missouri to convince those "victims" of a tornado that the reason we refused to pay for their whatever was really the fault of Obama and colored black farmers, I knew Steve was special.

He is so masculine, and he just smells so good. When we first met, it was Old Spice, but he's changed his aftershave over the past few years. First, it was Brut, which was WOW, and now, it's something that smells a little like key lime pie, but spicier. He still chews that minty gum, and his hands still smell like gun oil. Steve reminds me of an old-fashioned cowboy-muscular, down-to-earth, honest to the core, and a true American patriot.

We went to Texas a few days ago, to assess the illegal immigrants down there on the border. I went because I am having a hard time believing the liberal media's claim that these are all children. I think they're circus dwarfs, disguised as kids. You put a Hello Kitty backpack or Transformer tee-shirt on a grown-up midget, and you can't tell the difference. Steve went to be with me because he shares my concerns about all these midgets illegal immigrants. And to see the Rio Grande. I mean, we're both from Iowa, we never get to see the ocean.

I watched an illegal "pregnant woman" come into this country illegally on a raft with coyotes. I overheard border agents call someone a coyote, and I had to ask what that was. All that came to my mind was a pack of wild dogs, dragging these Mexican criminals through the desert, but it turns out that's a nickname for the horrible men who bring all these awful people into our white pristine country. I took a video of the "pregnant woman," and gave it my good friends at Breitbart News. They, along with Fox News, are two of the only places in America that tell the truth about Obama, and how he is allowing all these wetbacks Mexicans into our great nation.

I think that "pregnant woman" was probably a midget, with a pillow under her shirt.

Steve took this picture while I was gazing across the Rio Grande ocean. Marcus got very upset when he saw it. He thinks Steve took a photo of my bottom. I told Marcus he was being ridiculous, and that Steve is as happily married as I am. For some reason, that didn't help. Then I told him I wore the skirt because he TOLD me real ladies never wear shorts, and a skirt was much more modest and becoming. If I was going to let some other man take a photo of my butt, would I have really worn the skirt?

Secretly, Diary, I love the idea that Steve King thought my posterior was so attractive, he had to take a picture of it. I do work out a lot, and I am proud of the way I look. It makes me angry that you can see the line of my shirt tucked into that skirt. I tried for almost 15 minutes to smooth that out, but I guess I should have just worn a girdle or Spanx. Look how cute my hair looks in that little bun. Why did I wear a black polo? I should have worn my American flag shirt, but Marcus told me that didn't go with the skirt.

I had such a wonderful time with Steve. We managed to blame Obama for everything, just like in Missouri, because if we let people know the truth, we'll lose the House in November. Roger Ailes and Karl Rove explained all of that during a top-secret meeting in Donald Trump's office a month or so ago. We have to keep the public convinced that everything Congress is doing is for the betterment of this country, not because our rich handlers send us memos every morning, telling us what to do. My rich handler is David Koch. He has lovely teeth.

Well, I am off to another interview, I think. Or it's mani-pedi day. Either way, fun!

Hugs and Kisses, President Michele Bachmann

*H/T to my dad for the photos, and to revisit Shelly and Steve's visit to Missouri, click here. To watch a pack of wild dogs smuggle a pregnant little person in a raft over the Rio Grande "ocean," click here. Warning: That's Breitbart's website, so don't punch anything.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

I Have a Book to Write



I am not the most disciplined individual. My dad used to say I had no "stick-to-it-iveness." I start things, projects usually, work on them for awhile, then get bored. Maybe that's due to my weird intelligence (I can tell you what wine goes with what meal, including the year, the vintage, and what grapes are prominent in said vintage, but particle physics is Greek to me), or maybe I just need constant input, like Johnny-5. Now, I think it's time for me to focus.

You may remember a year or so ago, I mentioned writing a book about my journey through borderline personality disorder. And I did start it. The few chapters I wrote are saved in Word, under the title "Staggering Down The Road Less Traveled." This afternoon, one of our neighbors asked me what I do. I stammered a bit, because I try very hard not to tell people here about my online writing. I responded,

"I'm...err...writing a book?"

Confident reply! Anyway, he nodded, and asked me what the book was about. This is where it got dicey. Throwing caution to the wind, I told him. To his credit, he did not throw his arms up the air and scream "CRAZY PERSON OH MY LORD!" He listened, then told me about his daughter who is an English teacher. 

The reason I want to write this book is simple: people need to understand you can not only survive mental illness, you can live a fantastic life. You can claw your way out of that hole and step into the sun. But the journey is incredibly difficult, and writing it all down the first time brought back memories that I wasn't prepared to deal with. I took a break, wrote for a big website, made a little money, and now, I just write here. So, it's time to get back to "Staggering."

My plan is to start over. Yes, it will still have humor (some of it dark, because that's who I am), and yes, it will still be my story. The thing is, my story is so many others' as well. I met a psychologist here who didn't believe that I had graduated from therapy, that I no longer self-harmed, that I was, in effect, cured. He said "Borderlines don't really every stop being borderlines." 

Therapists hate treating borderlines. I've been told that by actual therapists. I got really lucky in Vermont, and found a therapist who only treats borderlines. Thanks to him, my family, and my own determination, here I am. Scarred, a little cracked, but in the words of Leonard Cohen:

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

I am filled with light. Seriously, I truly am. I love my life, I love my husband and my son, my step-children and grandchildren are wonderful, my relationship with my dad and stepmom is fantastic, and I think now is the right time to get back to the book. Will those memories pop up again? Probably, but I believe with all my heart that this book will help people, and that matters more. Who knows-maybe it will help me in the process.

Now, if Shelly runs for president, there will be a slew of Diaries, so don't you fret, Wombats. I will write here on Poking At Snakes, once a week or so. I need to write "Staggering Down The Road Less Traveled," because there are millions of people with BPD, and they need to know it's possible to live without it. Borderlines are told over and over again that they are incurable, which translates into hopelessness and despair. My fervent hope is my book will show other borderlines that we are curable, we are lovable, and after the therapy and the hard work, there is an amazing life waiting for all of us.

Maya Angelou was one of my heroes. Her early life was traumatic and filled with pain, and yet, she became a poet laureate, an award-winning author, and an inspiration to millions of people all over the world. She said, of her life:


My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.

My mission with "Staggering" is to let other borderlines know we can thrive, not merely survive. And I plan to write it with passion, compassion, humor, and style, in honor of Dr. Angelou, in honor of my friends who fought their own battles and won, and in memory of my friends who didn't. 

I staggered down that road, tripping, falling, bleeding, crawling. It was worth every single step. I rarely stagger anymore; perhaps that's my fear with writing this book. That somehow, I will break, or regress, and all my work will have been for naught. I don't believe that's going to happen. Obviously, this will be an incredibly difficult book to write, but it needs to be written, by someone who has survived, and now thrives.

Me.


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Bachmann Diaries: I Had a Vision


Dear Diary.

Last night, I awoke in the middle of the night to see a beautiful angel sitting in the Louis XIV replica chair in the bedroom. He was very handsome, with black hair, and weird eyes. Sort of like a snake, but I think that was a trick of the light. When he smiled at me, the whole room looked as if it was bathed in rubies. And what he told me was miraculous indeed.

Diary, ever since the 2012 campaign, I have known 2016 is my year. The true patriots in this great nation are hungry for a president who understands how great this country can be, and is willing to do whatever it takes to repair the damage done by Barack Hussein Obama and his liberal cronies. They want a leader who will put HOMOS in camps, force the "poor" to work, bomb every single country that doesn't love us, and make sure all the media is owned by my dear friend, Roger Ailes. And I am that leader.

The angel told me I am destined for greatness, which can only mean I am going to win the 2016 presidential election. He reminded me of the visits I got from Jesus as a child, before the stupid doctors put me on that medication, and he correctly pointed out that I am the only politician in the country who truly understands our nation's history. I do know our founding fathers fought tirelessly to end slavery, even though most of them owned slaves. I think they were trying to end bad slavery, like the kind where the slaves were beaten, or had to live in tents. Good slavery was probably better for American blacks than Obama!

It is my fate to be Queen of Godlandia. Well, maybe not Godlandia, because the angel told me I can't change the name of the country. So, probably not Queen either. That made me a little sad. I really want to see my face on all the money. Plus, Marcus wants to be King. First Husband sounds so silly, not at all manly, and Marcus is very manly.

I know it won't be easy. After all, the other conservatives thinking of running are very smart, and are also dedicated to the betterment of this great nation. They're just so caught up in the Washington, DC lifestyle of expensive dinners, illicit sex, backroom deals, and all the rest of it. America needs a down-home girl, a woman who has raised her own children, and has the compassion to raise 874 360 289 27? foster children. America needs a leader who can make apple pancakes, create a formal place setting for six, whip up a lemon meringue pie, and still have time to tell Putin what a great leader he is. I wish I could make him my VP.

Sorry this is so short, Diary, but Marcus and I are setting up recording equipment in the bedroom in case the angel comes back. I would love to go on James Dobson's radio show, and play a tape of an angelic messenger from Holy God, telling me to run for president. That would shut the liberal media up!

I wish I could go public with my decision! Soon, though, I promise!

Love-President Michele Bachmann.