Boudreaux had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet his wife, Marie, had stayed by his bedside every single day.
One day, when Boudreaux came to, he motioned for Marie to come nearer.
As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears;
“You know what, mon cher? You have been wit me all tru da bad times.
When I got fired, you was dere to support me.
When my business failed, you was dere.
When I got shot me, you was by my side.
When we lost da house, you stayed right here by me.
When my health started failing, you was still by my side.
You know what?”
“What mon cher?” Marie asked gently, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
Boudreaux answered, ”Me, I tink you must be bad luck.”
If Pelosi is Drowning, what do you do? You fine her for polluting the water, to the fullest extent of the law. Then you call the EPA to come and supervise the draining of the pool as the HazMat team painstakingly empties it properly, removes the body to be disposed of in an environmentally friendly manner, properly sanitize the pool, re-fill it with clean water, have it tested to ensure it's correct... and send the bill to the DNC for improperly disposing of her.