Michele Bachmann quatrains

Bachmann's hysterial screed against President Obama in her goodbye speech this morning reminded me of the quatrains of hers we discovered a couple of years ago.

In the sulfurous year of 2010
If men do still exist by then,
The King of Kenya will, I warn ya, leave
A mark from Maine to California.

In his fetid wake I see
A country that looks less like me.
Where hate and prejudice once flourished,
The human spirit is sadly nourished.

So patriots keep thy powder dry,
The reasons I can’t tell you why, exactly,
But know that when at last I call,
You’ll have to come and shoot them all.

She hasn't changed a bit.