Michelle Bachmann stirred her cauldron and

Michelle Bachmann stirred her cauldron and added the final ingedient to her stupidity elixir. It smelled right, but you can only tell by taste if it IS right. She filled a goblet

with the remains of rotting Democrats. Their putrid remains infusing her elixir with their demonic powers. Their fetid remains sacrificed to the nations alter continue to destroy

any chance of sanity as the old school racists and bigot nouveau crank their way into power with the same old fear tactics. Perhaps their favorite sons deregulated outsourcing? No?

Yes. They outsourced their racism to China and then to Vietnam. It made business sense. The racism was made so much cheaper and Americans could buy more of it on credit, this

Their motto was: If you want it done right, hire a Mexican to do it. It was racist and offensive, but also complimentary. At confession the priest gave him 30 Hail Marys and a hand

some St Christopher's medal. The priest was a carrot and stick kind of guy, although the stick most times was heaver that the carrot, he tried to always give both together.

The problem with goats is that they will eat both the carrot and the stick and priests don't like them that much in the first place, which led to disaster when Chris the Goat

ate all the carrot-on-a-stick in the rectory cafeteria. Sick to death of Chris's antics and his innocent weird-goat-eyes stare, Father Fulton began to formulate a plan. He would

retire to his swamp boat house and float out to sea. He could even make a decent bit of money on the side from skimming tarballs off the surface of the Gulf. Yessir, life is good.