Speaker of the House “Nasty” Nancy Pelosi got a decidedly less than warm weIcome when she appeared at the Global Citizen Festival in New York with her husband Paul Pelosi back in September. She appeared on stage, was introduced by an Indian actress named Priyanka Chopra Jonas, and then the crowd went wiId. But not with applause.
Incredibly, in a city with 68 percent of registered voters decIaring themselves to be Democrats, Nasty Nacy was booed. And not just booed a bit by one or two drunk guys embarrassing their girlfriends. No, as she tried to expound on climate change, Nancy got booed loudly. Very loudly.
Kyle Tomczak wrote: I was at the global citizen festival in Central Park Manhattan, and they brought Nancy Pelosi out and she got heaviIy booed.
More than one video came out of Nancy Pelosi being booed after multiple people uploaded their videos of the incid ent with the Democrat. Watch the Democrat Congresswoman get humiliated by the crowd’s roaring boos
My Granddaughter Forced Me Out for Getting Married at 80 — I Couldn’t Stand the Disrespect & Gave Her a Lesson to Remember
After my granddaughter ousted me for marrying at 80, I couldn’t accept her disrespect. Together with my new husband, Harold, we crafted a bold plan to teach her an unforgettable lesson, culminating in a family-altering confrontation.
I never imagined sharing this tale, but here it is. My name is Margaret, and I celebrated my 80th birthday last spring. I resided in a small, personalized room within my granddaughter Ashley’s home, surrounded by keepsakes of my life.
“Morning, Grandma,” Ashley would say, bursting into my room unannounced. She never knocked.
“Morning, dear,” I’d reply, tidying up my space. “What’s the hurry?”
“We’re off to the park with the kids. Need anything?”
“No, I’m good. Enjoy your day.”
After she rushed off, I reflected alone. I couldn’t complain much; after all, I had sold my house to fund her college education after her parents died tragically when she was 15.
I took her in and strived to provide a good life. Now, she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two children, in a home that was always bustling.
Things took a turn when I met Harold at the community center months ago. He was charming, always with a camera around his neck. Our chats soon became the highlight of my week, offering a second shot at love.
One day, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen that evening, busy with a recipe book.
“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I started.
She looked up, “What is it, Grandma?”
“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… he proposed.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Proposed? You mean, marriage?”
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