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Poppa1956 · 08-08-2010, 03:01 AM

Write about the Nancy Pelosi, Glenn Beck “Wrestling for America Tour." Should refreshments be served?

"He strode into the venue like he owned the joint. He was a sight in his red, white and blue rayon body suit. Not a pleasent sight, but a sight just the same. The Star-Spangled cape and Ted "Cat Scratch" Nugent wailing on the guitar heightened the mood.
As he took his bows, he tried to remember which town he was in. It was important. If he was in Frisco, he was the bad guy tonight, Salt Lake and he was a saint.
So many nights, and so many falls. It was getting to both of them. Last night, Nancy even tried to use his chalkboard. That was over the line, even for her.
Maybe it wasn't last night, may it was a week ago, maybe this was a dream, maybe it was hell, Maybe he was in New York.
No, it was Chicago, and he was the bad guy tonight. He was the bad guy, but it was his turn to win. maybe.
The lights dimmed. One spot focused on her entrance, and the progressive rock started to play. The side of the house that had been cheering started to boo, and vice-versa. “Pelosi the Pounder,” she wanted to be called. She hated “Pinko Pelosi,” as much as he hated “John Birch Beck.” But publicity is always good publicity said both their promoters, and so the names stuck.
You take it from there

I apologize to everyone not up to speed on America politics and commentators.

08-08-2010, 03:01 AM	#33
Poppa1956 Evangelist Posts: 487 Karma: 344188 Join Date: May 2010 Location: Oregon, USA Device: Verizon Ellipsis Tablit w/Kindle and Nook apps.	Write about the Nancy Pelosi, Glenn Beck “Wrestling for America Tour." Should refreshments be served? "He strode into the venue like he owned the joint. He was a sight in his red, white and blue rayon body suit. Not a pleasent sight, but a sight just the same. The Star-Spangled cape and Ted "Cat Scratch" Nugent wailing on the guitar heightened the mood. As he took his bows, he tried to remember which town he was in. It was important. If he was in Frisco, he was the bad guy tonight, Salt Lake and he was a saint. So many nights, and so many falls. It was getting to both of them. Last night, Nancy even tried to use his chalkboard. That was over the line, even for her. Maybe it wasn't last night, may it was a week ago, maybe this was a dream, maybe it was hell, Maybe he was in New York. No, it was Chicago, and he was the bad guy tonight. He was the bad guy, but it was his turn to win. maybe. The lights dimmed. One spot focused on her entrance, and the progressive rock started to play. The side of the house that had been cheering started to boo, and vice-versa. “Pelosi the Pounder,” she wanted to be called. She hated “Pinko Pelosi,” as much as he hated “John Birch Beck.” But publicity is always good publicity said both their promoters, and so the names stuck. You take it from there I apologize to everyone not up to speed on America politics and commentators. Last edited by Poppa1956; 08-08-2010 at 03:29 AM. Reason: I take no responsibility for eyes I may have seared with the visual in the post.