Michele Bachmann’s appearance on a talk radio show here should have been a breeze. Ronald Reagan was a sportscaster at the station in his early days, and his memorabilia is sprinkled around the office. The host was a friendly conservative.
But Bachmann repeatedly was asked the central question for her campaign: Does she have to win Iowa’s caucuses to keep her presidential campaign alive? She danced around an answer, saying she planned to win, until finally relenting when asked a third time whether failure would doom her effort.
“No, no, no, no,” Bachmann said, her voice growing uncertain. “Not necessarily; we might go on.”
It was a rare moment of audible frustration for the Minnesota congresswoman, and the break in her perennially cheery demeanor demonstrated just how much her bid does rest on Iowa.
After she formally announced her candidacy at her birthplace of Waterloo, about 100 miles northeast of here, Bachmann surged, capping the summer with a win at the straw poll in Ames. Since then, her candidacy has sputtered.
I had heard a lot of bad things about Michele Bachmann over the past few years, but since most of the things I heard were from biased sources I was willing to keep an open mind and give her a chance.
Unfortunately for her most of what I heard was true.
She’s one of those people who seems normal and rational (even of you don’t agree with her) but then without warning she makes a sudden veer over into batshit.
She was flavor of the week once, now she’s the day before yesterday’s news.