Well, in all candor, I was referring to both her namesake, and the mascot of her asinine party, which was also named after the bastard.
Channeling Bill Clinton: “Listen Mister, you are treading on thin ice messin’ with the name of a prominant and highly respectable African American House member. I want her to have a job fetchin’ me coffee next to Obama, but hey, I’m me and YOU are you. And we are the ones who know how to get money from foreign Islamic radicals. So we DESERVE respect!”
Channeling Bill Clinton again: “Oh wait. You’re talkin’ about Sheila Jackson Lee? Oh right. [Heheh.] Age catchin’ up with me. I was rememberin’ the cute one, Cynthia McKinney. What crazy thing did Jackson Lee say this time? The way she goes on, I just KNOW she’s snortin’, if you know what I mean. But every time I ask her for a hit-a blow, she just gives me a hard look. Yeah, but if it ain’t coke, then what kind of drug makes you so wacko? Ask her that for me, would’ya?”