It wasn’t too long ago, only several years in passing, when the nation’s first Madam Speaker was the new “Iron Lady” and could do no wrong. She was hip, happening, and on top of her cognitive name game; Bush bad, Obama good. Boasting of cutting in line—apparently the line for achieving political power without ever experiencing a shot fired in military anger, hardly a first—indeed, now the third in line for President, Nancy Pelosi, the Italian Mare, now looks like a Polk Street chicken hawk without a nose bob prancing in platform shoes at Finochios. Seeing is believing, but apparently the gal didn’t know torture when she saw it—apparently “water boarding” is culturally similar to San Francisco’s “golden showers,” among other confusing North Beach spanking delights. In the aftermath, when hoisted on her own petard for not recognizing torture when actually seeing it during a CIA briefing, she probably wishes she had hip waders now, at least for running the Bay To Breakers with the other drag queens, because selective hormonal amnesia just isn’t working. Doubtless, that’s why the CIA lied to her about torture, or so she claims, but I suppose it could be menopause too. We shouldn’t be too hard on her—she is a gift that keeps on giving for authorizing torture without knowing it. After all, some liberal journalists, prone to cultural deprivation, had to first try out water boarding before definitively calling it torture, which is not something that can be said for Sadam’s acid bath enemas. Any volunteers, Dan Rather for instance? Apparently for reasonable persons not living in San Francisco, water boarding is a gray area only fully appreciated in the rest of the world where socialist states still actually torture. However, for doing much less than authorizing torture, former republican House Speakers and senate leaders were cashiered from their positions, but I suspect the “Iron Lady” will survive, doubtless because of panty privileges. PS: I’m not the Don in number 3. What’s real?
