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Nancy Pelosi, Dry Ice, and Hostages
Nancy Pelosi displaying her $24K refrigerator packed with gourmet ice cream, as she was holding small businesses hostage while she was at home sheltering in place gives you a pretty good idea exactly what she thinks of the “little people.”
Ms. Pelosi has always been rather shameless. From theological lectures to listing all the people she prays for every day. One of my biggest disappointments was that I thought she had become an Episcopalian. It’s not that I have any malice towards Episcopalians, I just assumed she had left the Catholic Church when she washed feet on Maundy Thursday in an Episcopalian Church. I suppose it was one more virtue signaling photo-op. She was probably trying to redeem herself after a rebuke, and no photo-op with Pope Benedict XVI in February of 2009.
From the Catholic News Agency:
House speaker Nancy Pelosi’s photo-op with Pope Benedict XVI turned sour when the Pontiff used the 15-minute meeting to reaffirm the teachings of the Catholic Church on the right to life and the duty to protect the unborn.
No photo of Nancy Pelosi and the Pope will be forthcoming, since the meeting was closed to reporters and photographers. The two met in a small room in the Vatican just after the Pope’s weekly public audience.
Immediately after the meeting, the Holy See’s press office released a statement saying, “following the general audience the Holy Father briefly greeted Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the United States House of Representatives, together with her entourage.”“His Holiness took the opportunity to speak of the requirements of the natural moral law and the Church’s consistent teaching on the dignity of human life from conception to natural death which enjoin all Catholics, and especially legislators, jurists and those responsible for the common good of society, to work in co-operation with all men and women of good will in creating a just system of laws capable of protecting human life at all stages of its development.”
Although the Catholic Church is for saints and sinners, when you’re a Catholic on the wrong side of the line when it comes to heresy, schism, and scandal, a photo-op with an Episcopalian bishop will have to do. Well, at least you were not going to get a photo-op with Pope Benedict. This brings me to dry ice and hostages of a different sort.
I suppose Nancy’s ice cream was shipped with dry ice, but one night a police officer found another use for dry ice. We had our own hostages on that long-ago night. Before there was Antifa, we dealt with anarchists. One night they decided to demonstrate, and we had reached our bag limit by filling one city bus with zip-tied miscreants. We called for a second bus.
One young anarchist decided to take a U-shaped bicycle lock and attached himself to the center span of one of the drawbridges that crossed the Willamette River. He tossed the key into the river. He was rather smug about the whole thing, but there was a solution. A towel and dry ice found its way to the center span. After a brief period of tapping the lock broke, and we had one more hostage.
The night ended when a warm and fuzzy Lt. negotiated a deal with our anarchists. A sergeant delivered the message: “Lt. Hug and Release says that we have to release our hostages.” Everybody went home happy.
Liquid nitrogen would work, but the logistics could be a bit tricky.
We used to dip various components of our packed lunches into liquid nitrogen in the physics lab back at college. Have you ever thrown grapes at a wall just to watch them shatter?
It really cheesed off the janitorial staff. No love of science.
Remember when Nancy told everyone to eat in Chinatown?
Someone turned that into a business. It is really, really good ice cream. Maybe Nancy can try some.
Of course, you know my solution to that sort of action: Leave ’em there.
I dunno. Which is worse: Lt Hug and Release, or Lt Shrug and Pass By? I can’t make up my mind.