I could have taken the easy route, said “loon” (Minnesota state bird, ya know, you betcha). But the loon is a lovely creature, whose cry by sheer coincidence sounds as though the Goddess, in Her wisdom, deliberately made a creature that is cheerfully insane and warbles its deranged joy to the world. But of course not. Doesn’t explain the platypus, anyway…
But no, it is Michelle Bachman, widely known and scorned.
http://www.washingtonmonthly.com/archives/individual/2009_02/016922.php
(Warning: moderately lefty site, tighty rightys advised to proceed with shields in the upright position and anti-cooty protocols haphazardly observed…)
Lots of cruncy nutty goodness here. Some of the droller bits;
Har! Trenchant wit from a trenchant mouth…
wait, it gets better!
Well, gosh, no, Michelle, not till we can get The Wall on an assembly line basis. Stand, cigarette, shoot, repeat.
But the corker, the mayonaisse on the shit sandwhich…
To look into her eyes is to stare into the Abyss, and to have it literally stare back at you. She does for stupid what Stonehenge does for rocks. Mind, I don’t accuse her of evil and malicious intent, she is as innocent as a newborn lamb, and roughly as smart. Her is the blameless vapidity of the naturally dull, she honest-to-God is that stupid.
And you know the best part? This one’s not from Texas!