With all due respect, it is not that Pelosi might be insane. It is that she isn’t even in the same ZIPCODE as sane. She doesn’t even know sane EXISTS. She saw a movie about sanity and rushed out of the theater. She will not get on an elevator if there are more than one sane persons on it. She is a buoy of insanity in the Great Insane Sea. Sanity has never even violated her airspace. She, alone, accounts for 17% of America’s GDP of insanity. Veni, Vidi, Krazy: She came, she saw, she got insane. She tends to her insanity like a stadium tends to its playing-field grass. She often asks her wife if her insanity makes her butt look big. She spoons with her insanity at night, and whispers sweet loving coos into its ear. She once ordered a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cone in the flavor ‘Chocolate Insanity’, and told them to hold the Chocolate. The Aztec God of Insanity is named Pelosiqiazotal. She once heard Saddam’s last name, and remarked, “Who’s sane? Certainly not me!”
- Barack Hussein Obama Junior’s nickname is “Liquidater”
And her name is an anagram of: Cop insanely.
That’s the best post I’ve read all week ... all month ... all year!!