Nancy and me

I imagine myself as Nancy Pelosi's crusty old mentor.

"I won!" she tells me, so happy. Her eyes shine and her broad smile lights up my dark, cramped, newspaper-strewn room. "I'm the first woman Speaker of the House!"

"Just don't screw up, Nancy," I tell her gruffly. "Just don't screw up."

There is to be no cutting of slack, no lightening of pressure for the golden girl.

Just don't screw up, Nancy.

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[squid]

Indeed.

[badgerbag]

I love this... In your grubby office like something described in Le Carre in a faceless MI-5 building. Slow that mustang down, Nancy! I mean, ride it faster, actually. Just don't fall off.