BILLINGSGATE POST: Historically, the swallows come back to San Juan Capistrano in the middle of March. The event is officially celebrated on March 19, which coincides with St. Joseph’s Day. In secular terms it might be called “The Chickens Come Home To Roost Day.”
This by coincidence, is about the same part of the year that the Democrat Party decided to defeather their Progressive loudmouth for behavior unbecoming a Congressman; itself a misnomer. Nancy Poozleosi, the Godmistress of the Democrat Mafia, with her stooge, the pencil-neck Adam “Schiffleosi,” standing beside her, denied ever hearing about Eric “Fredo” Swalwell’s penchant for jumping on the bones of comatose staff members.
She knew. Similar to the scene in Godfather II, when Michael Corleone told his brother, “I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart,” Nancy Poozleosi understood that Swalwell had outlived his usefulness to the Democrat Party. But when asked if she was aware of Swalwell’s history, her eyes drifted back like two piss holes in a snow bank, as she denied any knowledge of his affairs with his staff members.
Swalwell is a dead man walking. Each day, another woman reveals her nightmare adventure with the sleaze ball. His party and the media loved him when he was confronting Associate Justice Kavanaugh during his confirmation hearings. Now, he is disowned by his Party and is being thrown to the wolves.
Dr. Slim: “If it weren’t for dirtbags like him, there would be no sex-life in Washington.”
Dirty: “Yo, Dr. Dude. Can I quote you on that?”
