Nancy, Nancy, Nancy . . . 
Filed in Pity poor Pelosi.
Yesterday she went before her House colleagues, desperate for a simple majority on what has commonly come to be known as the "Bailout Rescue Please, Please, Please Sign This" Bill. With just minutes to go before the historic vote Ms. Pelosi simply couldn't help herself.
Knowing the vote would be dangerously close, she took a deep breath, unscrewed the fire hydrant plug that is her seldom-closed-mouth and unleashed a vitriolic torrent of rage, abuse, and blame in the direction of everyone who ever registered Republican while crediting the Sainted William Jefferson "I"d Like to Bite Your Bottom Lip" Clinton for curing cancer and for miraculous transfiguration from White-to-Black-and-back-again.
It was an ill-advised, classless exercise of breast-thumping (Ooooohhh, I HATE when those difficult visual images pop up outa nowhere) when the concept of catching a few flies with honey would have seemed the prudent course.
Although no House Republicans would go on record as having changed their vote, it's not hard to imagine at least 12 of those GOP bugs switching votes for the sheer pleasure of watching the other San Francisco treat ruminate:
"Look what you've done. I'm melting, melting. Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world."
Ol' GP sure woulda liked to have been one of the 12 flies on that wall.
