Me and Michele Bachmann are twinsies! And gosh I’m excited to tell you about it. Especially since I just learned it was true! We share something truly special. It’s the big story in today’s news!
Well, there are the regular, ordinary things we have in common. We’re both women, we’re both interested in politics, and we both love to pledge allegiance to the flag! What could be more fun at a slumber party? What’s more, we both believe in and even PRACTICE marriage. I would bet the interest on the national debt, though, that my husband isn’t gay. Now that we’ve all met Michele’s, I don’t think many folks would bet that hers isn’t. So she has lots of time for sleep-overs.
Anyway, the thing we both have most in common are migraines! Did you read about hers? Well I get them too! And I can tell that they affect us both the same way. So we all need to feel really bad that we’ve been so hard on her. I know I do. Because this diagnosis answers a lot of questions for me.
You see, when I get a migraine, I don’t hide in the dark under a pillow. I don’t cringe in agony. I don’t stay home from work, shirking all my responsibilities, waiting for time and pain to pass.
Nope. I get stupid.
I wish I got “dumb” as in “mute.” Then I wouldn’t look so, well, dumb. But I don’t. I talk even though I develop a really-not-funny-and-don’t-you-dare-laugh-at-me linguistic problem. It’s called transient aphasia, and sometimes it comes instead of the headache. The wrong word comes out of my mouth. And the word that comes out isn’t even close to the one I meant to say.
For example, sometimes I tell my friends that I have a “microwave” when I’m trying to say I have a “migraine.” They get confused.
Clearly, my new twinsie, Michele, has aphasia, too. And since we share migraine symptoms — we’ll be BFFs!
Think about it – it must be true. There are so many examples! Like when she said that the first shot in the Revolutionary War was fired in “New Hampshire”? She clearly knew that it was fired in Taxachussetts – she just had a migraine! And you thought she was dumb.
Or when she was naming Founding Fathers, she knew that she wanted to just say “John Adams” but “Quincy” just jumped right there in the middle. So everybody thought that she thought that John Quincy Adams was a Founding Father. Of course she knew he was still a mere lad at the time of the Revolution, she just couldn’t say it right. And you thought she didn’t know the names of the Founding Fathers.
And when she said that those same Founding Fathers fought tirelessly against slavery.
Clearly, she gets migraines like mine a lot.
Poor Michele. Not everybody understands her. Not everybody believes her. Not everybody stops up their mouths to keep from laughing aloud when she speaks.
But I do. Well, I do now.
So here is my pledge. If my new BFF, Michele Bachmann, becomes President, I promise to have lots of sleep-overs at her house. That way I’ll be sure to be with her when she acts all Commander-In-Chief-y, and needs to order the troops during a nuclear confrontation. And when she needs to say
I’ll make sure she doesn’t accidentally say