"My hero!" -- Michele Bachmann.
Not to politicize this blog or nuthin', but I had to pass this nugget on from the November, 2011 issue of Vanity Fair: In an interview with Craig Brown, Republican presidential hopeful Michele Bachmann listed her top eight heroes. In addition to the usual suspects on such a list (Jesus Christ, Gandhi, MLK), she added our favorite mama's boy:
“#7: NORMAN BATES
Here is a salt-of-the-earth guy who tends to his mom as well as single-handedly running a small family business. A proven thief books into his motel, so he humanely executes her. The guy's a hero. And what do the liberal elite call him? 'Psycho'! can you believe it?”
Make of her selection what you will. I'm sure she's just kidding around. This is, after all, the snooty-snarky Vanity Fair. (Disclosure: I vote democrat.) (Since I'm a Vanity Fair reader, you probably already knew that.) (Just don't hate me for being simultaneously smart and vapid. It's harder to pull off than it looks.) Nevertheless, if she gets elected, just to be on the safe side, we should probably keep all sharp objects out of the Oval Office!
I think you may be missing the real reason why Norman Bates may be Bachmann's hero, the "Dressing for Success" angle.
Since the only way she will ever be nominated is if she visits her fellow candidates in the shower,suitable dressed, her admiration for Bates' wardrobe (admittedly satirical) has something to do as much with the accessories, not to put too fine a point on it, as with the dress.
The nomination after all, is a process of elimination.
On a related note, I notice that Mitt Romney is now touting Herman Cain as his main alternative. From what I gather Cain promises to deliver your pizza hot,if you vote for him, while Romney promises to deliver your dog hot, well OK his dog, hot, if he is elected. If that's your idea of a hot dog. I find Hoover's promise of a chicken in every pot more appetizing, and if someone would promise pot in every chicken, I definitely would consider voting for them. Even a Republican. Hey, I voted for one of them, once.
As for lapsing into being a vapid Democrat on an occasional basis, some of us make that the nearly entire focus of our blogs, with side excursions to creepy mansions at the top of the hill and musty fruit cellars, where mummified mothers, hit the Boone's farm, judging by the smiles on their face, as they sit in their rocking chairs. Any resemblance between that comment and any presidential candidate or candidates who are off their rockers (without the excuse of hitting the Boone's Farm in the fruit cellar),is strictly coincidental.