Can't Take a Hint

I don't know what God has to do to get the attention of those parasites. He created garlic and goldenseal, wormwood and wormseed, pumpkin seed and grapefruit seed. There's black walnut, anise, cloves, and oregano. And how about olive leaf, thyme, and gentian? And onions and beets and carrots! And papaya and pineapple! But do they take the hint? No! Don't you just hate those damn parasites?

Then God created chemical treatments. There's metronidazole, albendazole, tinidazole, and ... other things ending in "zole." There are all sorts of things ending in "ne" and "in." Furazolidone, quinacrine, lindane, phenothrin. and Malathion! And other things you wouldn't ordinarily want on your planet. But nothing's too nasty for a parasite! But you just can't get their attention. I hate 'em, don't you?

One moment. Pardon me while I squeeze out a few more nits -- ah, there we go -- and attach them to this kid's hair. There. Good, hard sheaths. Those should yield some hardy nymphs to carry on the family business. The kid's got a great mop, I must say.

Anyway, back to those awful parasites. I've had just about enough of them ...

"I don't know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We've had an earthquake; we've had a hurricane. He said, 'Are you going to start listening to me here?'" - Michele Bachmann

The question is not whether that was a joke. Of course, it was a joke. The question is, how can Bachmann not know that she is a politician?