There are examples every single day of our political leaders brazenly ignoring the masses. Double talk, double standards, and double dealings. They talk of being our friends with an eternal open door policy, but, as soon as one of us knock, they turn into Johnny Belinda. They look at each other with blank stares. “Gee, did you hear somebody? I didn’t.”
To wit, these deaf mutes really don’t subscribe to any one political party. No, these jerks can be found on both sides of the aisle. And, frequently, like that addled wet brain Teddy Kennedy, they’re also lying in the aisle itself. So, whether you’re liberal or conservative, there is rarely a compassionate ally for us amongst the idiots we find on our ballots every November.
Yet, amid all the usual duplicity, there is one politico right now who takes the cake, eats it, shits it out, puts icing on it, and then asks us to eat it again. I’m talking about the esteemed Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi, who epitomizes to me the worst of the worst politicians. To say that this woman needs to be vanquished to a life of making lasagna in a too-small kitchen is not enough. For her most recent antics, Pelosi needs to be honored as the very last recipient of waterboarding torture at Gitmo. If and when snipers have their annual convention, hopefully a banner of her photo is hanging from the rafters.
Forget her wild-eyed Leftist leanings which spilled all over the latest stimulus package like Cheerios from a toddler’s high chair. This is the screwball who announced that 500 million Americans lose their job every month. Given there are about 250 million Americans total, does that mean the entire country loses two jobs every 30 days? As if that’s not inflammatory and ridiculous enough, there’s the news this week about her air travel. Okay, let’s retreat a few months back to the time when those financial institutions were failing. Queen Nancy is quite vocal about the largesse of the executives of those companies, blowing millions of dollars while flying around in private jets. Shame on them, extolled Queen Nancy.
Yet, as we learn this week, Her Lowness is guilty of same. In spades. Because as she ducks home to San Fran for the weekend with her goombahs or wings to Rome to split a tuna fish sandwich with the Pope, Ms. Scumbag is riding in style. With the finest luxury aircraft that our Air Force can provide. And, if the best planes are not available, she has one of her minions strongarm the military with threats. “We’re going to have a very unhappy Speaker.”
In a nation of bullshit, Nancy Pelosi is the biggest bull of all. I remember when she first got elected to Speaker of the House. I was at one of Barbra Streisand’s LA lovefests and Queen Nancy scored a front row seat. Babs made sure to introduce her to the crowd as the newest ray of hope for America. But, as is the case with all the new promises of hope, the end result for everybody is sheer hopelessness.
Except for me. Holding out hope that one day Nancy Pelosi will be wearing a blindfold and holding one last Chesterfield between her lips.
Dinner last night: Leftover bratwurst and salad.
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