... the daughter of a raving lunatic. (Imagining gentle readers responding ... "Hi, Lucy")

If only there were some sort of twelve-step program for me, something that could help me cope with the fact that my mother is a Bush-hating-rapid-democratic-lunatic. Not the average-ish Democrat. No, that would be too socially-acceptable.

My mother is over the edge to the point that an otherwise totally coherent person can't even make a simple sentence, much less a followable argument.

Its not that I love "W". I just don't think he's the Fount Of All Evil.

So far, in my mother's mind, he's enjoyed killing our troops by sending them into battle with the variable motives of "avenging his father's reputation" or "it's all about the oil", encouraging illegal immigrants to take over her elementary school with the results being that he's either doing nothing to help them assimilate or that he's doing too much by offering a federally-funded pre-school program that teaches English to four year olds so they'll be less of a burden on the system in Kindergarten, and now Hurricane Katrina is his fault. Not to mention that she suspects he's cheated on his wife because thats just the kind of man he is!

I kid you not. Its embarassing, and confusing. Frankly, I worry about mental illness. Except that she seems to have only one trigger for the insanity. Maybe its her blood-pressure. Maybe some sort of delayed bizarre response to menopause.

I've told my husband that if I ever start behaving like this to just medicate me. Seriously.

(Well, ok, but I SWEAR that my aversion to Bill Clinton is totally rational. I feel the same revulsion for EVERYONE that cheats on their spouse. Really )