Bunnies & Bachmann

Today’s post will be gripe-lite.

First, this is wicked cute. If a smile doesn’t crack your lips while scrolling through these pix, there’s something wrong with you. Time to call for back up. Or it’s time to start gulping down happy pills if you don’t get it because this is just too damn adorable.

For those of you who are too damn lazy to click through the above link, here are a couple of photos.

Bunneh!

And, this one.

SQUEEEEE!!

I need to weigh in on Michele Bachmann.

Normally, I don’t like to write about politics because I think there are so many others out there who do a better job at political commentary. Some of my close friends keep urging me to write about the political circus because I follow it so closely for work and for fun, and I do have many an in-depth convo with friends & family about the political quagmire this country is in.

Some folks like shopping, but I like politics.

Back to Bachmann.

Why the cray-cray has been dialed up so high with her is beyond me. She’s so full of hate for those different from here and her (lack of) Congressional work speaks volumes. She hates women. She hates gays. She hates minorities–all while she claims over and over that she’s a God-fearing Christian. Her latest “Oops” just proves that she has no business representing the public–not even as county dog catcher. Even though she claims she was joking about God sending the hurricane and earthquake to punish Washington for not curbing spending, it was a dumb, poorly timed “joke.” The more Bachmann and her ilk opine, bitch and moan about God doing this or that because federal dollars are being spent on whatever social program they don’t understand has gotten under their skin, the more I worry about how the line separating church and state is fading away. The positive thing is, she’ll be out of the race by early-winter. That’s my prediction.

Bachmann is a bad idea. She’s bad for women and families. She’s bad for Christians and folks of all faiths. Bachmann is bad for this country. Fortunately, it appears that folks are realizing they don’t like the cray-cray lady and her creepy, gay “curing”  husband.

Now, onto Rick Perry. Give me a few days please.