Nancy’s petulance
Nancy’s petulance

Nancy wants you to know that she’s incurably bitter and resentful over losing out as Prom Queen.

For Nancy, it’s all High School, where Mean Girls rule. She’s still there, and always will be.

So even though she is now in the real world, and runs the House as Speaker, she refuses to grow up, which would require a touch of class.

None of that for Nancy, with the frowning face. She is still in the Cafeteria at the Mean Girls Table where they scheme and scorch anyone who is not part of their claque.

For the president’s Super Bowl spectacular, in Congress, there she sat throughout, spiteful and glum as can be, for the total hour and a half. Same sour-pickle expression.

Imagine her the next day, now that Trump has been acquitted.

So unfair that the 2016 votes didn’t go her way.

At the State of the Union Address, she wanted you to know EXACTLY how miserable she was over the fact that her gang lost, Trump won. She knew the camera was on her and she wanted to make sure you saw the bitter taste in her mouth as expressed through her in-your-face sour puss performance. So unfair that it’s him, and not Hillary.

It was supposed to be Hillary!

Since it wasn’t, she was going to show the world a thing or two – after he was done, she ripped up Trump’s speech in a show of pique never before seen in the Congress.

What a sight! Plus, it felt so good. Everybody is talking and tweeting about that gesture. Exactly as planned. Goody.

That’ll teach him…and the 63 million Americans who voted for him…instead of Hillary.

Yes, she wanted you to know that for her and her team, that’s the Democrat Party, led by AOC and her Squad, the resentment has no end.

What’s more vulgar, that Super Bowl Halftime Show or raising kids to behave like spoil sports; malicious, mean, rotten and vindictive?
It was too much…all those rounds of applause he kept getting when he sounded off his many achievements one by one…and still they kept clapping.

Don’t they get it? It was supposed to be Hillary!

Someone needs to change the rules. Life is so unfair. That’s another reason she won’t mention him by name. Trump? Never heard of him. That’ll teach him. Who needs the Electoral College. first of all, and Elections anyway, when it turns out like this, and when Nancy and the Girls know best who should run…everything.

(Like the Iowa caucuses…where they can’t even get that without blundering.)

Meantime, grownups are still talking the Halftime Show. Talking Super Bowl now. The game was good. Fourth quarter especially.

That’s right. There was no Halftime Show at the State of the Union Address. That vulgarity, between Shakira and Jennifer Lopez, happened halftime in Miami.

Was it really that vulgar? Parents say it was. They complained that it was wrong for the eyes of children.

Indeed, it was.

But then, it’s a question of degrees. Kids…young girls especially…should not be raised thinking such clothing and dancing is proper. Everybody agrees.

But what’s more vulgar, that, or raising kids to behave like spoil sports; malicious, mean, rotten and vindictive?

Like Nancy, for example…and for millions out there…girls especially… she IS the example. Nancy with the frowning face.

For parents, it’s not easy protecting impressionable young ladies from trampy halftime shows, but Nancy’s show is no better, and Nancy ought to be ashamed of herself.

If Democrats even know what that is.

New York-based bestselling American novelist Jack Engelhard writes regularly for Arutz Sheva.

He wrote the worldwide book-to-movie bestseller “Indecent Proposal,” and the authoritative newsroom epic, “The Bathsheba Deadline,” followed by his coming-of-age classics, “The Girls of Cincinnati,” and, the Holocaust-to-Montreal memoir, “Escape from Mount Moriah,” for which contemporaries have hailed him “The last Hemingway, a writer without peer, and the conscience of us all.” Website: www.jackengelhard.com

New York-based bestselling American novelist Jack Engelhard writes regularly for Arutz Sheva.

He wrote the worldwide book-to-movie bestseller “Indecent Proposal,” and the authoritative newsroom epic, “The Bathsheba Deadline,” followed by his coming-of-age classics, “The Girls of Cincinnati,” and, the Holocaust-to-Montreal memoir, “Escape from Mount Moriah,” for which contemporaries have hailed him “The last Hemingway, a writer without peer, and the conscience of us all.” Website: www.jackengelhard.com