The bad news: She’s a big player in the conservative blogtardoshpere, HATES brown people of questionable origin, despite being one (not a white person) herself, and is clearly either bug-fuck insane or hideously cynical about using hate for money. I think she wants to be Ann Coulter the Darky.
The good news: No one I know in real life has any idea who she is. She is the epitome of preaching to a small, polygamous choir.
Roy and my great pals of never-met fame at Sadly, No! diagnose Michelle’s state of mind appropriately, and, in my humble opinion, accurately.
Her hate runs as metaphorically deep in her veins as does the REAL blood in the sand of the Islamofascists she fears and smells everywhere, as if Allah-Satan Himself had taken a dump in her own unimaginably freakish marriage bed.
Introspection is not one of Michelle’s strong suits.
Update: I studiously avoid drawing attention to the freak-shows in political discourse, at least in the case of the bit players. This is part laziness, part scorn, part indifference, and a big part that I can’t write well enough to do them justice. But in this case I’m making an exception, because I do find abject and indisputable psycho-pathology fascinating.
Update 2: Former (therefore sane) Republican John Cole brings teh funny on this very topic. Michelle is one weird dudette. Rachel Ray and Dunkin Donuts? Try to look harder for the creeping Islamomexifacism destined to take over our country, Michelle. There has to be a t-ball game someplace where the ump gave the benefit of the doubt to a Mexican toddler.
