Bloodthirsty Liberal

I haven’t seen the Speaker of the House cry since Tip O’Neill, in his cups, harmonizing on “Wild Colonial Boy” with Ronald Reagan. (I made that up, I think.)

But Nancy Pelosi has sentimental memories of her own, no less lachrymatory—and no less fictional.

“I have concerns about some of the language that is being used because I saw this myself in the late ’70s in San Francisco, this kind of rhetoric,” Pelosi said. “… It created a climate in which violence took place. … I wish we would all curb our enthusiasm in some of the statements and understand that some of the ears that it is falling on are not as balanced as the person making the statements may assume.”

She was referring, of course, to Sean Penn, who frenched everything in trousers in his portrayal of Harvey Milk.

What’s that? Sean Penn isn’t dead? I thought he took The Method to ridiculous extremes. Oh well, we all have out fantasies.

Let’s examine the Speaker’s:

It should be noted that Harvey Milk and San Francisco Mayor George Moscone were not killed by a constituent angry about unfair laws they passed.

They were assassinated by a fellow DEMOCRAT politician- city councilman Dan White, who resigned complaining about his low government salary and angry that Moscone wouldn’t reappoint him to his hack job.

If Pelosi is afraid … she must be afraid of her own fellow politicians in the Democrat-controlled House of Representatives.

All that and more. It would appear Pelosi has more to fear from Steny Hoyer—and President Obama from Hillary Clinton—than either does from Joe the Plumber.

But who didn’t know that already?

We can conclude only that Speaker Paleolosi is either: a) a dirty liar; b) delusional, a danger to herself and others; c) sky-high on Botox; d) all of the above.

To think that she is one pissed-off cabinet secretary from the Oval Office. That would widen my eyes, too.