Animal’s Daily IQ Test For Congress News

SleepyBefore I dive into this, check out the penultimate chapter of Barrett’s Privateers – Unrepentant Sinner over at Glibertarians.

Now then:  Over at RedState, my colleague Margaret Clark (no relation) reported on a particularly stupid statement from the infamous Ilhan Omar (Moron – MN).

Some people should have a read-only internet. Rep. Ilhan Omar is one of them.

On Memorial Day, Rep. Ilhan Omar (D-MN) tweeted some wonderful wishful thinking for all those honored on this day. (The tweet has since been taken down, but here is the link; below is a screenshot.) It read:

On #MemorialDay, we honor the heroic men and women who served our country.

We owe them more than our gratitude – they have more than earned access to quality mental health services, job opportunities, housing assistance, and the benefits they were promised.

Honestly, how is a person who is this poorly informed sitting in a chair in the House of Representatives?  Margaret said it perfectly well:

Of course, the problem is that dead people don’t need those benefits.

Commentators quickly took to correct the congresswoman, but the damage was already done. This is an outrage. How is this person an elected official in our country?

Because the largely Somalian immigrant community in her district elected her, of course, and they didn’t come here to become Americans, as one need only drive through the Somali neighborhoods in Minneapolis to see for yourself; there’s a reason some of the locals call it “Little Mogadishu.”

Ilhan Omar, along with her fellow Moron Squad members, is the best argument I can think of for making a minimum IQ a requirement for being in Congress.

There’s an old joke that applies.  St. Peter is sitting out a boring afternoon at the Pearly Gates, when up walks his first customer. “What’s your IQ?” St. Peter asks with a yawn.

“181,” the applicant replies.

“What did you do in life?”

“I was a brain surgeon,” the applicant answered. St. Pete waved him in.

The second applicant got the same questions. “177,” he replied. “I was a rocket scientist.”  He was likewise waved in.

The last applicant rolled up just as St. Peter’s shift was almost up. “What’s your IQ?” St. Peter asked.

“71,” the applicant replied.

St. Peter looked him over. “What the hell,” he said. “Go on in, Senator.”