The Speaker of the House, third in line for the presidency, is a crackpot. A fruitcake. Her chickens are scattered. She’s a few puppies short of a pet shop. There’s simply no other way to spin a diatribe as idiotic as this:
“This is one of the biggest stimuluses [sic] to our economy. Economists will tell you this money is spent quickly, it injects demand into the economy, and is job creating. It creates jobs faster than most any other initiative you can name, because, again, it is money that is needed for families to survive, and it is spent. So it has a double benefit; it helps those who have lost their jobs but it also is a job creator, and for that reason, for those two reasons at least, it should be passed, and I’m optimistic that it will. It’s impossible to think of a situation where we would have a country that would say we’re not going to have unemployment benefits, and the only people who want them are people who don’t want jobs. That’s just so contrary to what our country is about. And I reject that misrepresentation of the motivation for people to be on unemployment insurance.”
Or as she might have put it in Twitter format: @Pelosi Unemployment ins creates jobs & allows ppl to spend $$. Un-american repubs say only lazy ppl want unempl ins. BAD REPUBS!
Of course, this is the same crazy lady who said last year:
“Every month that we do not have an economic recovery package 500 million Americans lose their jobs. I don’t think we can go fast enough to stop that.”
Doug Powers, guest-blogging for Michelle Malkin, agrees with me, and takes it one step further:
In the real world, demonstrating lunacy of this magnitude is known as a “cry for help” and an intervention involving large nets, straight-jackets and electric shock therapy is in order. But not in Washington, DC, where free-range crazies are allowed to pick pockets, loot futures, and all too often get re-elected.
Of course, if this were the movies, Pelosi would end up with a lobotomy, Harry Reid would have to come in and smother her, and then he’d break a window and go running out into the Nevada desert…
I can dream, can’t I?