Pelosi morfs into Mother Teresa as Algore gets frisky

Is it just me or is there something disturbingly wrong with this image....Nancy Pelosi trying to act like Mother Teresa? Is it a sign of desperation with her chances of reelection like that of a snowball in Hell, or did she wake up one morning lying on the floor of the House men's bathroom naked with her gavel shoved up her ass and suddenly found God?

I keep getting this ugly image of her being awakened in the middle of the night by the ghost of Christmas past and her life of debauchery, lying, and politicized baby killing passing before her bulging, botoxed eyes, full of crocodile tears. But for Pelosi, there will not be a happy ending with her bearing gifts and Christmas cheer like Scrooge who was a freaking saint compared to what Pelosi, the slithering, flatulent bag of a lying shrew has accomplished in her political career. Her voting record on the human rights of the unborn will be enough to keep her in Purgatory until Dr. Mengela enters through the Pearly Gates.

"Pelosi Says She Has a Duty to Pursue Policies in Keeping With The Values of Jesus, 'The Word Made Flesh'". She should know about flesh,.... she's been putting on a lot of it lately mostly in the form of wrinkles on that turkey neck of hers.

Of course, being a Catholic baby killer, all she has to do is go to confession and, like her best buddy Teddy "rescue swimmer" Kennedy, she'll be absolved of all guilt for any crimes. 

Before her favorite word was The Word of God, her favorite word was power, which she has pursued with a passion and which she has exercised with a gusto unlike anything the World has seen since Rome was crucifying Christians. Her favorite thing has been the gavel and her favorite pastime has been spending the taxpayer's money and conjuring up fantastic yarns about how wonderful socialism will be when America is just another 3rd World shit hole like her home district of San Fransucko. That's why she was willing to "pole vault" over the will of the The People to cram socialized health care down their collective throats.... for their own good, of course. Maybe God told her to do it.

Maybe God told her to get those botox injections too. Maybe God will tell her to hook up with Algore, now that he's all free and single. Oh, what a repulsive powerhouse of inconvenient myths that pair would make eh?

Yeah, apparently, the struggling global warming poet alarmist Algore and his "Mad Hatter" wife Tipper have decided to split the fortune and the sheets. Poor Algore.... first his global warming scam went bust and now his marriage...tisk tisk. It's all just so....inconvenient.  Maybe Al's poetry just wasn't enough to warm things up around the ol' homestead.  I can imagine what his next poem will be like.....

One thin September soon

A love story disappears

Divorce lawyers smile.

Settlements rise as

Tempers flare in acid mansions

Empire assets dissolve.

The butler cries

The hour of bruising has arrived

Here are your bags.