Nancy Pelosi’s Execution
Just because of how amazing this little precursor to her execution was, I am sharing the goodbyes between her and her husband Paul. More like him dropping a bomb. It’s epically awesome and I have to share it.
Paul Pelosi, whom GITMO staff have called a model prisoner, was asked on Christmas Eve whether he had final words for his wife before she heads to gallows on Tuesday morning.
Just the mention of her name triggered an emotional eruption. His face reddened and tears streamed down his cheeks, happy tears, he explained. He said he hoped Nancy’s downfall would be catharsis by proxy, that her death would liberate him from all the years of suffering and anguish he’d endured at her hands. Her death, he added, would catapult him to freedom, for her living essence, even incarcerated, vexed him like an unscratchable itch.
Paul told staff he’d be delighted to pay final respects, conditionally. He asked that Nancy be gagged; otherwise, she’d launch into a verbal invective and he’d never get a word in. Nancy’s speech, once started, was like a barrel rolling down hill, bouncing and looping out of control. Oddly, staff complied. Paul’s good behavior and testimony against Nancy must have earned him a few favors. He also said he wanted his comments to Nancy “on the record,” for history’s sake.
A muscular Marine and an officer escorted Paul to a small, square room illuminated by fluorescent fixtures on the ceiling. Below, two empty office chairs were facing each other and spaced five feet apart. Paul took the seat farthest from the door an drew a deep breath as Nancy—handcuffed, kicking, and trying to scream through her muzzle—appeared in the doorway, her prison shoes slipping and sliding on the tiled floor. Behind her stood a Marine, his hands grasping and squeezing her upper arms as if she were an accordion. He cautioned her to calm down and behave while pushing her trembling body into the seat opposite Paul.
Anger flashed in Nancy’s eyes. Her complexion flushed. She stared at Paul like a creature possessed.
“Hello, Nancy,” Paul said calmly. “This was short notice, so I didn’t have time to make a list. I know Christina is not my biological daughter. Yes, she has some of my features, no, I didn’t do a test. A man knows these things. I kept quiet, but I want you to know, I knew all along. I hate you in ways I can’t even articulate and have words I won’t say in other company. For over 20 years you’ve treated me like an unwelcome house guest, or a cat to kick, but when I wanted to leave, you threatened to destroy me, or worse. Not because you loved me. You needed someone to bully. I may be in prison, but you’re going to die, and I won’t shed a tear for you. I’m happier here than I was with you—here, I have peace. No one bothers me. No incessant nagging. No bickering. No threats to my life. You’re the most vile, wicked woman on the earth. Hillary Clinton was Mother Theresa compared to you, you ungrateful, egocentric, megalomaniac. You’re a narcissistic, inconsiderate bitch, and a psychopath. Now I’m sober and see clearly. And now I, and the world, will be rid of you once and for all.”
Froth soaked Nancy’s gag and drizzled down the corners of her lips. The Marine laid his hands on her shoulders, stopping her from propelling from the seat.
“Merry Christmas, Nancy,” Paul said, his voice hollow and devoid of emotion. “My slate is clean.”
The Marines and the officer escorted Paul to his cell, and Nancy to hers.
President Donald J. Trump made sure to show up to this one! Can you blame him?
The embattled president arrived at GITMO aboard a U.S. Marine Sikorsky VH-3D Sea King helicopter and was escorted to the execution site. At the same time base staff pulled Pelosi from the 6×9 foot cell she’d been living in since December 1st. As reported previously, Pelosi was among a bevy of Deep Staters arrested after attending a taxpayer-funded, billion-dollar party honoring socialist Emmanuel Macron. Following a lengthy military tribunal, a JAG panel convicted Pelosi of treason and conspiracy to commit murder, sentencing her to hang by the neck until dead.
Camp Delta staff have called Pelosi an irascible prisoner, second only to the late Hillary Rodham Clinton, who, coincidentally, lived in the same cell ahead of her hanging in April 2021. Perhaps Hillary’s poltergeist inhabited the cell and haunted Pelosi, letting her know what awaited her, an afterlife of eternal damnation in limbo.
GITMO guards said a bellicose Pelosi spent her first week in confinement detoxing from alcohol withdrawal. Pelosi, they said, would sit shivering in a corner of her cell wrapped in a blanket, her mood shifting between melancholy and intemperate—sometimes catatonic, lost in her own thoughts, and sometimes untamable, screaming in fits of unbridled rage and even urinating on the cell floor.
But Pelosi couldn’t scream and shout when taken from her cage Tuesday morning, for the guards had spiked her final meal, waffles and two scoops of ice cream, with a sedative that left her conscious but subdued, our source said. Nonetheless, she was gagged and placed in arm and ankle restraints for her ride to gallows.
The sedative lasted only a short while—Pelosi was trying to free herself as Marines yanked her from an armored Hummer and walked her to the shallow flight of steps leading to the platform where a uniformed soldier awaited orders to flip the switch and a Navy Chaplain stood ready to give Last Rites.
And then Pelosi saw President Trump. Her eyes, our source said, narrowed, and she trembled in apoplectic fury, as the hangman fitted the noose around her bulging neck.
Beside Trump were Vice Adm. Crandall and a military cadre. Trump, our source said, whispered words into the admiral’s ear but was otherwise stoic and silent. Vice Adm. Crandall said he felt obligated to offer the condemned a final statement, and asked Pelosi whether she’d behave if he ordered that her gag be removed. He cautioned Pelosi that acrimonious outbursts would not alter her fate.
Nancy nodded, and the hangman momentarily removed her gag.
“F*** all of you, especially you. This is all your doing.” She was looking at President Trump. “I represent the real president. That’s not Joseph Biden and it sure as hell isn’t you. Kill me, and I’ll haunt you until your dying day.”
The admiral asked if she wanted Last Rites.
Nancy turned to the chaplain. “F*** you too.”
“I guess that’s a ‘no,’” the admiral said.
Finally President Trump spoke: “Good riddance, Nancy.”
Nancy Pelosi was pronounced dead at 10:07 a.m. EST, December 27, 2022. Ding Dong the witch is dead.