Well, maybe not ‘end of the world’ (though she makes me wonder, sometimes), but right after the whacko congresswoman from Minnesota entered the state speeding on I-20 through Aiken County – really, just minutes after – the sunny skies all about the Lowcountry turned gloomy.
And then came the thunder. And plenty of lightning. And rains so heavy and hard my yard still has standing water five hours later.
It started like this: about 4 o’clock, I got a forwarded text message from a Carolinian returning home from Georgia. (That source will remain secret to protect her from the Angels from Hell leading the Bachmann entourage at the moment…)
Now, just reading of her entrance alone would give any progressive Carolinian a chill, I suspect, so I took that to be the reason for the Bachmannbumps appearing on my forearms at that moment. I didn’t stop long enough to notice the cause was a rapid drop in temperature.
And then my internet signal wiggled. (I took that to be occurring simply because I was looking at a FOX News site…).
Right then, Fuzzy the Cat began rapidly pacing all about my feet, hissing and growling when I leaned over to find out what was wrong with her.
And then KaPOW! Lightning began striking frequently and powerfully, and very near my house. The clouds burst open to drop gallons – and I mean GALLONS – of rain.
When my internet reception was restored, I searched for Bachmann’s schedule. Sure enough, she’ll be in Myrtle Beach tonight, Charleston and Lexington on Wednesday, and Greenville on Thursday. Her tour will close with a Town Hall Meeting in Rock Hill that evening.
And local weather reports covered the torrent, too; “it fell big,” said local meteorologist Bill Walsh from WCSC-TV, “with lightning.”
As I’d expect, the heavy rain is supposed to last through Thursday, and the Carolina skies will clear up again that night. That’s when Bachman’s bustling bus will leave to begin its beeline to Cedar Rapids, IA, where … wouldn’t you know it? … it’s supposed to rain this weekend, right when and where she'll appear.
But please, Bachmann, can you tell the bus driver to keep an eye on the speedometer? Especially on those wet roads you’re bringing everywhere you go. I mean, we can’t wait until you’re gone, but don’t want to see our residents run off the road by your entourage as you do so.