The year was 2007. Hope, incandescent in its infancy, shared its warming glow. Britney Spears was heading for rehab, tainted pet food was killing cats, but in Washington the songbirds of spring sang their sweet, sweet songs of rebirth, even in the dead cold of January, to herald the return of truth and justice to our nation’s capital.
The Democrats, always the better angels of American politics, had returned to the halls of power in Congress from their cruel banishment. Huzzah and hooray, cheered all right-thinking people, for corruption is on the run and decency has the whip hand in the peoples’ house. Atop the throne sat Nancy Pelosi, the first woman speaker of the House. Grandmother of all that is good, leader of the forces of light — a light that when shone upon the Capitol caused the likes of Tom DeLay to scramble under the proverbial refrigerator, seeking shelter from the searing rays of the reforming spirit that warms the decent and scorches the wicked.
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