The Democratic Leader of The House of Representatives has a personal cultural deficiency. It ain’t her fault. If Aunt Nancy was from around here, her Southern Momma would have seen to properly mutating her DNA from about the time she was big enough to sit on the phone book to reach the supper table until that fateful fall morning when she got dropped off at Brumby Hall at UGA:
“If you don’t have anything good to say, keep your pie hole shut”.
Madam Leader, I am one of those “American people”. I don’t feel one bit disrespected. Momma also ingrained in me that disrespect, like its opposite, is earned rather than dictated.
