By now everyone’s seen the footage of Nancy Pelosi swanning around her kitchen, preening like a duck in a rainstorm. We heard repeatedly how much she liked “choklit” and ice cream, in particular. She did this with the grace of a hobbled yak, while fighting desperately to keep her teeth from rearranging themselves in her mouth while talking.
You can’t tell anyone with 1/3 of a brain that this segment wasn’t a set up, a rather tone-deaf, badly thought out one. Who else just happens to have a basket with “choklit” at the ready, not to mention a drawer full of high-end gourmet ice cream, labels all facing the right way?
Because all things are connected in the DC Beltway (aka The Deep State), the “Jeni” of Jeni’s Ice Cream sits on the board of the Wexner Foundation, founded by Leslie Wexner, Jeffrey Epstein’s good friend. Interesting, right?
So as Nancy simpered and smiled, working feverishly to keep those chompers in place, people who live to dig up the details unearthed all this. You can’t make this stuff up, folks. The thing is, WE all see it.

They don’t.

About D'arcy

D'arcy grew up on an estate in upstate New York, surrounded by staff, with mostly absentee parents. Left to her own devices, she shunned school, read voraciously, and collected animals, first-edition volumes of her favorite books, and occasionally men. D'arcy recently moved out of her apartment on the UES of NYC with her cavachon pup, Aramis, and is currently living at her late parents estate while deciding on where to put down roots. The best way to get on her good side is to have a sense of humor, not take yourself too seriously, and be kind in general. Irritate her, and you'll be greeted with a laser look and a tongue lashing for the ages, and not the good kind.

2 Replies to ““Choklit””

  1. “The grace of a hobbled yak”
    I believe I’ll steal that.

    It’s too bad that such as this has not a greater audience. Mocking the politically, criminally, insane clutching at class status to make up for lack of character. More!

  2. There was a time when it wasn’t un-PC, that mothers and grandmothers would go outside, find a hickory switch and smack their kids asses. One good whack usually did the trick.
    Too bad the same can’t be done to that botoxed harpy.

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