City Pages has unearthed a real gem--a 2003 Christmas letter from the Bachmann Klan. It's hard to believe this isn't a parody or something from The Onion, but sadly, it's just another portal into the bizarre mind of Michele McCarthy Bachmann. From City Pages:
I recently came across a strange Michele Bachmann artifact that dates to long before her disasterous appearance on Hardball. It's a Christmas letter she wrote in 2003, her third year as a state senator. While retaining a whiff of the usual braggadocio one expects from a seasonal form letter--son Lucas is pre-med, daughter Sophia is a parent's dream--it reads less like a Christmas card and more like Bachmann's attempt to pimp her children out to the most wholesome conservative bidders.
Lucas is a pre-med school “chick magnet” at the University of Minnesota who has an affinity for Mexican dancing. “Areebah!” Bachmann proclaims at mention of this, suggesting that the Congresswoman's only knowledge of Mexican culture has been learned through Speedy Gonzalez cartoons. As soon as he gets into medical school his mom plans to “crank up the heat” in finding him a good wife to clean up after him. She even has a classified ad in mind: "Chick magnate (sic) needs wife to put him through med school, clean house, pay bills and run his life. Must be willing to gamble against onslaught of socialized medicine diminishing return on investment."
Sixteen-year-old Harrison has all the makings to be a good a husband, Bachmann explains, referring to him as "utter perfection" (a term that becomes a proper noun later in the letter, i.e. "Utter Perfection"). He is also, rather creepily, referred to as a "female fantasy treasure." For the fun of it, I punched "female fantasy treasure" into Google--the results were not suitable for a family Christmas letter.
More here:
http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/2008/10/positioned_in_f.php