She'd love to be a martyr for Obama. Bloodless fanatic with koolaid in her veins.
I'd rather give her an elephantine overdose of LSD and when she begins her descent from the stratosphere, convince her that her name is Maria Gonzales and that she's late for work...yo, foreman, here's your new crew. Hurry up, that lettuce won't pick itself. In a couple months she may think she's remembering things but the other stoop laborers will tell Maria she has delusions of grandeur...
Moohoohwahaha ;)
Say, Anton, you are one sick individual, and I rather like it. That is probably one of the wildest wish for bad karma I have ever heard. Congratulations.