Reader caution: The following diary contains sexist cliches, sacrilege, and violent imagery if you have a proclivity to imagine violence.
My original title was
"What did Nancy Pelosi do with Pete Stark's balls?"
"Backbone" is a euphemism I substituted into the title.
I couldn't watch much of the Pete Stark apology on C-span last night. It was early morning hours, and if I'd paid much attention I might have gotten so angry I'd have had trouble getting to sleep. So I sort of glanced at it out of the corner of my eye.
Nancy Pelosi must have forced the words into Pete Stark's mouth. I've been trying to imagine why she did that for the last two days, and I've been pretty darn grumpy from ruminating on the matter. Today a possible explanation occurred to me, and I want to share it since it lifted my mood a bit and put a wry smile on my face. Today it hit me -- What did Nancy Pelosi do with Pete Stark's balls after she cut them off?
We've all been complaining that the Democratic leadership seems completely lacking in cojones. I think Nancy finally acknowledged the deficiency to herself. Failing at growing a pair of her own, she felt compelled to do something, anything. Perhaps she happened to be holding a sharp instrument at the time she ran into Pete Stark, one of the ballsiest Democrats left in the House. She probably sprang into action, with her hands working much faster than her mind, and sort of like Lorena Bobbitt, ended up holding something in her left hand that she had no idea what to do with.
I sure hope she didn't throw them out. If God is on our side, He sent a message to her:
"Have those transplanted into yourself, Nancy. You need them!"
So, Kossacks, if anyone gets a chance to ask Nancy Pelosi a question, please ask, "What did you do with Pete Stark's balls?" If that gets on the news or on the Daily Show or Colbert Report just once, we can forever confront her with the abbreviated question, "What'd you do with them?" It could become the signature quote for Nancy Pelosi, just like Nixon's "I am not a crook," and Dubya's "We don't torture," and Alberto Gonzales's "I can't recall."
But if Nancy starts growing a beard, you don't need to ask.