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This makes me have to tell my Nancy Pelosi story, which I bring out from time to time.

My father was shop steward for Carpenter’s Union 101 in Baltimore city. As such he was part of the Democratic corruption in Baltimore. On election nights we’d all go to the precinct as demanded by Pelosi’s father, Mayor D’Alesandro, a third world corrupt Mayor if ever there was one.

The electrician’s union would come in and send some kind of a zap through the bank of voting machines, thereby changing the votes to whatever D’Alesandro wanted. I don’t know how that worked. In that day the voting machines had little handle thingies and somehow they could be greatly tampered with.

My father, as a big union bigwig, got a job remodeling the Pelosi house in Baltimore’s Little Italy.

Me and my brother would often go along to help as was our wont in those days when people actually worked, even kids.

Nancy went to a Catholic school. She’s a few years older than me. She was a teenager at the time. She’d come in, slam the door, throw her stuff down and begin shouting for her mother. Her mother would tell her to pick up her books and she’d throw a nasty hissy fit. I’d watch her with childish eyes and wonder why on earth someone didn’t smack her silly. My mother or father would have smacked clear across town I behaved like that.

She’d tell her mother she was going out that night and her mother would tell her no. Then she’d find her father and would rub up against him and whine that she just HAD to go wherever it was she wanted to go. He’s hug her and give her money and let her have her way.

She looks EXACTLY like her father. Every time I see her face, even today, I feel like I’m looking directly into the eyes of Mayor D’Alesandro.

Her brother was also very active in Baltimore politics....corrupt as a third world dictator, every one of them.