How did this moron get so much power?

Sept 18, 2013: Democrat Nancy Pelosi quotes “the Constitution” by reading a line from the Declaration of Independence.

Pelosi at CAP

Pelosi’s website fixes her goof:

“And so, it was 165 years ago, 165 years ago. Imagine the courage it took for those women to go to Seneca Falls and do what they did there, to even leave home without their husband’s permission, or father’s, or whoever it was. To go to Seneca Falls, and to paraphrase what our founders said in the [Declaration of Independence] of the United States: they said the truths that are self-evident, that every man and woman, that men and women were created equal and that we must go forward in recognition of that.”

What they can’t fix is that there is a video out there showing not only her moronic error, but also her bumbling, fumbling delivery. Nancy Pelosi at CAP [:39] video @ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04_oA8AvaTE.

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12 responses to “How did this moron get so much power?

  1. I spotted this
    http://www.breitbart.com/InstaBlog/2013/09/24/The-Vatican-Decrees-Pelosi-Should-Be-Denied-Communion

    It is canon law that Pelosi is denied Communion until she repents of her pro-abortion stance. I love it!!

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  2. Nancy used to be a very attractive woman with a very wealthy husband. On top of that, she has the perfect combination of ambition and loyalty along with moral and intellectual vacancy that made her a star in the Democrat party. She has some social skills, but not enough to give a speech without fumbling, misspeaking and using nonsensical hand gestures. It’s been that way since the beginning, but it doesn’t matter. She’s the perfect mindless puppet for that party. She will say anything with a smile. Absolutely anything. Doesn’t matter how morally outrageous it is. I don’t think she thinks about it or cares.

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    • Dead conscience … pre-req for high office in Democrat Land.

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      • I still want to roll my eyes whenever I think about Ted Kennedy writing to the Pope when he was dying. It was so Teddy, you know? Screw up and get Daddy to bail you out. Pulling that crap got him out of facing what he did to Mary Jo, but I doubt very much that the Pope’s intercession for him made a whole heckuva lot of difference with the Almighty.

        How repentant does someone have to be to really and truly REPENT of a life so thoroughly misspent? I mean … wouldn’t he have to get to where he could say, honestly, “I wasted my life chasing power, money and skirts, instead of serving God and now I am so sorry, because I had so many blessings, so many graces and advantages, and I pissed it all away gratifying my own mammoth ego” ??

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        • Good question. I suspect you’d have to be much more repentant than Teddy knew how to be at that point. He’d spent his whole life avoiding it. How would he even know how when the end came? What could he say to the Pope that wouldn’t make him laugh or cringe? I suspect the Pope’s response was simply: “I will pray for you,” just as he prayed for the billions who had less to piss away.

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          • As I recall, “I will pray for you,” is exactly what the Pope replied.

            I read a saint’s vision of Purgatory somewhere online that really stuck with me cuz it made sense. I have a little idea that when we get things right here on Earth, it is because we are modeling how God does it. I’ve seen this in a lot of places in my own life … education, parenting, health care … so I am inclined to believe the same is true of crime and punishment.

            I totally believe that Jesus’ sacrifice is the ONLY reason we get to enter Heaven … that before He suffered and died for us, even the teensiest smidgen of sin (never mind that big honking Original Sin thing) was enough for Satan to lay claim, but that since He redeemed us, even the teensiest smidgen of repentance is enough for the Father to lay claim.

            But it’s like paying ransom, it seems to me. I was held hostage myself for real and in terrible conditions. Yes, I got out, but I am still working through and healing up from the damage more than 50 years later. So while Jesus paid the ransom and is ready, willing and able to help, the path to the wholeness and perfection that allows anyone to get near God is a journey that takes time and effort.

            Then there’s the penal system in our country which, while flawed, still seems to me to be modeled as closely after God’s plan as any. I had a young relative who was arrested with coke just 2 weeks after her 18th bday. Once ascertaining from the constabulary that the jail she was in was, in fact, safe, her wise parents left her there until she was arraigned etc. She spent 11 days “inside” then was released to their custody until trial, a year later. In that time, she cleaned up her act mightily.

            She stopped the drugs, focused on her schoolwork, got a job, and quit partying. When she went before the court, she pleaded guilty and the judge questioned her about her crime. Seeing true repentance and a serious commitment to become a good citizen again, the judge was sympathetic. The lawyer pointed to her parents, both teachers of long standing and good reputation, who were there supporting their child, but who the record showed, had let her taste the punishment she deserved before posting bail.

            The judge gave the absolute minimum sentence allowed, years of probation. It’s been a long long time now. My niece finished college, is married with a beautiful little girl and works in the inner city teaching. I see Purgatory in there, you know?

            But this saint’s vision showed levels of punishment, from something like what my basically-a-good-kid niece who made a mistake and repented fast had to do down down down to something that’s like Hell, except “in Hell everyone curses God but here everyone blessed God.” We have that too, don’t we? Probation. House arrest with bracelets. People who spend weekends in jail but work and support their families. Minimum security. Maximum security. Death penalty.

            It just makes sense to me. And what the saint said was shown to him/her (sorry, I forget), was that this lowest level was where people who had been really BAD all their lives could go IF they had done anything good at all or had someone praying for them. It made me think of Mafioso. I’ve often wondered what God does with these people.

            I also had a personal vision once of my dearest, bestest physician who saved my life and my daughter’s life and got my husband and other 2 kids on the road to being healthy enough to function, instead of becoming like me. (We all have Environmental Illness.) He was such a GOOD, GOOD man. So sacrificing and committed to his patients and to truth that when he had to choose between practicing Clinical Ecology and keeping his reputation/friends in the medical community, he chose to become a pariah. I asked him once why he did that. He said, “Because it was true.” He saw Clinical Ecology healing people with long-standing chronic illnesses that never responded to anything before … migraine, arthritis, chronic fatigue and many others.

            He died very suddenly and we went to his funeral. It was the day after the funeral of a devout woman we knew in our parish. The difference was like night and day. Hers was a Mass … the church was PACKED … the praying and weeping and joy were palpable. Then we went to the cemetery and put her in the ground and went back to the home to be together some more. His was in a very sterile church that, apart from the trappings, reminded me a lot of the Country Club. They talked about the man, but not about eternal life. And we went from this godless “service” to a punch and cookies thing in the church hall. That was it.

            So when he showed up in my room one night some years later, I wasn’t all that surprised. He was stuck where he was and wanted to move on. I said, “You must accept Jesus as your personal savior, the Son of God who died to set you free.” “Why?” “Because it’s true.” This satisfied him and he left. It was that brief, but as real as real can be. I think he was allowed to come to me because I wouldn’t be creeped out (it’s happened before) and I had the answer he needed. I knew what motivated him. Truth.

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            • Chrissy the ghost whisperer. 🙂

              Purgatory has always seemed necessary, both Biblically and theologically, to me, too. A loving God saves all who believe and will to be saved, but His justice requires that they spend different amounts of prep-time before they get to see His face and stand in His presence. “I assure you, every penny will be paid.” I have no doubt that Teddy K was repentant and is in purgatory, waiting, suffering, being washed clean, but it will be a long time before he pays back all that he owes. Others pay it all here and are ushered in quickly, I have no doubt.

              I have a quick ghost story, too, but mine had no speaking parts, for some reason. About 7 or 8 years ago I was in the habit of taking long lunchtime walks to pray and meditate during a rough time at work. There were lots of rough times. When I left the building on this day, the tears came quickly and were quickly wiped away, and my thoughts went to my paternal grandfather who had recently died. He had been a close mentor to me, and I had been his traveling companion on many road trips, and I suddenly felt a powerful NEED to see him again. I quietly asked God to allow him, if possible, to be with me, in spirit, on my walk that day, so that I might find some comfort in memory of the old days.

              Soon enough, I forgot about my prayer, and my thoughts went to other things as I finished up the walk. But just as I was hitting the home stretch back to the office, I noticed three men walking toward me on the wide sidewalk. The man in the center WAS my grandfather, and as he passed, he glanced at me with an expression of recognition and pain. It wasn’t until later that I realized I was being given a clear answer that my grandfather was not free to be with me that day in spirit, because he was suffering in purgatory. I was allowed to see him, escorted by his 2 guards, but not to speak to him. Over a year later, on another lunchtime walk, on a sunlit, wooded trail, I ran into him again (within days of the 3rd anniversary of his death). This time he was alone and free, and all care was gone from his face, and he gave me the biggest grin as he passed by. I just stood there, stunned, and when I turned, he was gone.

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              • GOOSEBUMPS!!!! I love this, Grunt!!! Wow, what a blessing. I had a silent visitor, a deceased, much-loved, slightly retarded, maiden auntie. She was the most “good” person I ever knew. Her whole life, she had collected dolls and postcards. Being the only people interested, dh in the postcards and me in the dolls, we took that stuff as our choice mementos.

                There were so many dolls, but many in very poor condition, that I set out to learn doll restoration, in order to create real, durable mementos, one for each person in her large, extended family. I found a sports trophy place that sold perfect acrylic cases and scanned/printed postcards that went with each doll for backgrounds. Then I wrote up a bio of Auntie Margaret and illustrated it with various aged photos, printed that and glued it to the backs of each case.

                This project took many months and became a real love project for me. Twice as I was carefully cleaning a little face or stitching a tiny seam, I felt Auntie Margaret standing behind me, just smiling. I doubt she cared about the tribute aspect as much as she just liked seeing her dolls being restored so they could be enjoyed again. I told this to my sil, who promptly burst into tears, it made her so happy.

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