Resurrected And It Feels So Good: Nancy Pelosi Smashing Wingnut Eggs With Her Giant Hopey Hammer
What, Triumphalist? Us?
A sparkling, vernal Sunday to all, whatever your spiritual bent. It was on just such a bright Sunday that the Speaker of the House gavelled the country into ritual patriacide before the eyes of a terrified nation divided, right there on C-Span. (H/T mar"Smash!“indenver)
Since then, the days have lengthened, fattening buds burst into bloom, robins hopped across greening front yards, and superfluous elderly people eased into a gentle, efficiently run eternity not really much different from the heaven we’re creating right here on earth. Yes, Sister Sarah, you had us dead to rights, but even your relentless folksiness with a side of moose cheese couldn’t stop the soldiers of Alinsky, and now that bell will never be unrung, HahahahahaHA!
Posted by Mrs. Polly on 04/04/10 at 01:43 AM • Permalink
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