In today’s Sunday Times (£), there is a profile of the Minnesota congresswoman and wannabe Republican presidential candiate, Michele Bachman, who is fast emerging as one of the rising stars of the GOP.
According to the Sunday Times:
Few American presidential campaigns would be complete without the slapstick banana-skin pratfall. Now that Sarah Palin, the prime Republican exponent of the art, is in the wings inspecting her bruises, the Tea Party’s latest poster girl has obligingly stepped in. Perversely, Michele Bachmann’s gaffe-strewn performances are giving her the last laugh.
…[A] cavalier disregard for historical accuracy prompted a fact-checking agency to examine 24 of Bachmann’s statements, some relating to her personal finances. Only one was found to be completely true and 17 were rated false (of which seven were categorised as “pants-on-fire” untrue).
This record of a politician who claims to have lived by Christian principles ever since she “surrendered my life over to Christ” at the age of 16 might have spelt her Waterloo. On the contrary, her popularity ratings have leapt by eight points in New Hampshire, where she is in second place behind Mitt Romney, the former Massachusetts governor and the Republican frontrunner. Her name recognition has jumped 17 points to 69 per cent in the latest Gallup poll, ranking her fifth behind Palin, Newt Gingrich, Romney and Ron Paul.
But the Sunday Times says the views of Bachmann’s husband could prove to be her downfall:
Marcus Bachmann, her spouse of 32 years, is her main political adviser and a clinical therapist who runs a Christian counselling clinic in Lake Elmo, Minnesota, that tries to turn homosexuals “straight”. He told a Christian radio station last year: “Barbarians need to be educated. They need to be disciplined and just because someone feels this or thinks this doesn’t mean that we’re supposed to go down that road.” At the Minnesota pastors summit in 2005 he gave a presentation featuring several people who said they had been “cured” of being gay. His views are shared by his wife.
The FT has its own profile of Bachmann, penned by the paper’s Washington correspondent, Stephanie Kirchgaessner:
In a field of uninspiring Republican contenders, Bachmann is the dark horse. Many believe she has the political skill to challenge former Massachusetts governor Mitt Romney, the frontrunner and a man whose polished veneer makes him appear both presidential and – to his critics – totally inauthentic. A recent poll shows Bachmann trailing him by just one percentage point in Iowa.
Such a meteoric rise might seem like a one-off in a year with a shallow talent pool. In fact, Bachmann’s career reflects something bigger: the steady shift to the right in Republican politics that has found new intensity with the emergence of the Tea Party. For Iowa state senator Kent Sorenson, it is Bachmann’s uncompromising conservatism, the very trait that may spoil her chances with mainstream voters, which will lead her to victory. “It took a Jimmy Carter for us to get a Ronald Reagan, so it may very well take a Barack Obama for us to get a Michele Bachmann,” he says.
Then there is John Cassidy’s New Yorker piece:
. . . Obama’s campaign managers should be trying to build her up, on the grounds that she is unelectable. However, it seems that David Axelrod and the rest of the boys in Chicago, where the Obama 2012 campaign is based, are in the dissident camp. Evidently, they believe Bachmann needs taking down before she gains more momentum.
Why is that? My guess is that, having themselves swept from nowhere to the White House on a wave of public disgust at the Bush Administration, the Obama strategists recognize a potentially dangerous rival. On the face of it, Bachmann is a classic right-wing protest candidate. But in centering her announcement speech on a critique of President Obama’s economic record, and stating baldly that he can be beaten, she was signalling that she intends to be more than that.
To be sure, much of what she says about the economy and many other subjects doesn’t add up. For now, that doesn’t matter much. In courting the grass roots of the Republican Party, she inhabits an alternative universe to the one where many of her critics live: Bible-bashing, Fox News-watching white America, a land where all too many eagerly accept the notion that East Coast élites are busy selling hard-working Americans down the drain for the price of a Wall Street campaign contribution or a hat-tip from George Clooney.
Meanwhile, the inimitable Matt Taibbi is scathing in his must-read Rolling Stone profile of the controversial congresswoman:
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and, as you consider the career and future presidential prospects of an incredible American phenomenon named Michele Bachmann, do one more thing. Don’t laugh.
. . . Don’t do it. And don’t look her in the eyes; don’t let her smile at you. Michele Bachmann, when she turns her head toward the cameras and brandishes her pearls and her ageless, unblemished neckline and her perfect suburban orthodontics in an attempt to reassure the unbeliever of her non-threateningness, is one of the scariest sights in the entire American cultural tableau. She’s trying to look like June Cleaver, but she actually looks like the T2 skeleton posing for a passport photo. You will want to laugh, but don’t, because the secret of Bachmann’s success is that every time you laugh at her, she gets stronger.
In modern American politics, being the right kind of ignorant and entertainingly crazy is like having a big right hand in boxing; you’ve always got a puncher’s chance. And Bachmann is exactly the right kind of completely batshit crazy. Not medically crazy, not talking-to-herself-on-the-subway crazy, but grandiose crazy, late-stage Kim Jong-Il crazy — crazy in the sense that she’s living completely inside her own mind, frenetically pacing the hallways of a vast sand castle she’s built in there, unable to meaningfully communicate with the human beings on the other side of the moat, who are all presumed to be enemies.
And Britain’s Matthew Norman has had a crack at Bachmann too, in the Independent:
Lovers of sledgehammer irony, stand by for a doozy. Patience is required, while the odds are both fairly long and mortifyingly short, depending on the closeness of one’s acquaintance with sanity. For all that, there is a quantifiable chance — about one in 20 on Betfair — that we will awake on November 7, 2012, to the news that Michele Bachmann is to be the 45th president of the United States.
If so — here’s that irony — the person to thank for the election of a sensationally ignorant, anti-gay rights zealot will be not Rush Limbaugh or Rupert Murdoch. It will be that venerable grand dame of out-and-proud homosexuality, that paragon of cultured liberalism and intellectual hauteur, Gore Vidal.
It was while reading a novel of his that the Minnesota congresswoman, then a liberal and erstwhile Jimmy Carter campaign volunteer, swapped sides.
. . . At this point, convention demands the disclaimer that stranger political things have happened. But unless I slept through Lembit Opik’s appointment as high chancellor of a federated Europe, or Eric Pickles shaving 0.02 seconds off Usain Bolt’s 100m world record, they haven’t.
However wretched the US economy, however stubbornly unemployment hovers close to 10pc, however self-destructive America’s mood as it rages against the dying of the imperial light, Michele Bachmann is surely a lurch along the politico-comic interface too far.
Common sense insists that Mr Vidal will never come closer to deciding the presidency than any influence he exerted over his cousin Al Gore. Then again, what role has common sense played in her rise so far? All we know for sure is that her name’s Michele Bachmann, that she’s running for president, and that watching her do so will be as much fun as anyone has a right to expect within the law.