Nasty Nancy Getting Savagely Called “Sad Old Drunk”…

Rep. Nancy Pelosi’s Monday evening speaking event with Paul Krugman, an economist, at the City University of New York’s Graduate Center was interrupted by a few hilarious hecklers who ripped into her as being both a “war criminal” and a “sad old drunk” when they interrupted the event.
Those hecklers interrupted the event four times, berating Pelosi mainly for foreign policy missteps and her alleged corruption, along with her supposed drinking habit.

One heckler, for example, screamed that Pelosi belongs in the depths of hell for her involvement in the Iraq war, saying, “You know Pelosi, that’s a very good place for you in the depths of hell.

For some reason, you have a very bad obsession of getting us into war. Hey, why is it that you did not admit that there were no WMDs in Iraq?”Continuing, that same heckler yelled, “You lied us into a war in Iraq. You got us to invade Afghanistan.

Now over 90 percent of those people are impoverished and are dying.

“[Voters] have to know that he can’t last as president for four years with his brain deteriorating at the rate that it is… and they may be voting for President Vance, which would be a horrible thing for our country,” Pelosi claimed.

“The only thing deteriorating is Nancy Pelosi, who is a decrepit washed up corrupt politician who America can no longer stand,” Trump campaign national press secretary Karoline Leavitt said. “She should go back to the City of San Francisco, which she has totally destroyed, and never return.”

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