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Monday, July 30, 2007

What Was She Thinking?

Yes, Nancy Boyda could have plugged her nose and held her breath until she turned blue and passed out. She could have put her fingers in her ears and stomped her feet loudly while screaming "la, la, la, la, la, la" at the top of her lungs. She could have thrown herself on the floor and wriggled around like a fish out of water and cried.

Sound too childish for a member of Congress?

Apparently, Nancy Boyda took the high road and simply took her ball and went home, for a little while anyway.

I know, at this point you're saying, what are you talking about?

Red State reports, but will the Kansas media, that Boyda stormed out of an Armed Services meeting when she didn't want to hear any good reports from Iraq. Boyda would prefer to continue to go around Kansas and say, "Retired Generals think we have no chance to win in Iraq."

Her quote upon returning to the room to lecture the a respected retired Army General on why he should only be giving them the bad news from Iraq,

"As many of us -- there was only so much that you could take until we in fact had to leave the room for a while. So I think I am back and maybe can articulate some things -- after so much of the frustration of having to listen to what we listened to."

(Speaking of childish, this makes me want to get out the brown paper bag and put it over my head like the Saints fans did for so long in New Orleans. Yes, I'm from Kansas Second District, yes, Nancy Boyda is my Rep. I'm sorry, I can't show my face here.)

This little episode speaks directly to Nancy Boyda's character. She had the audacity to tell a retired General that he was out of line for reporting good news from Iraq. Next time she claims to support the troops, someone needs to yell "B--- S---" from the crowd. And, she didn't have the respect for our military to listen to something she didn't agree with without walking out in the middle of it. Then, instead of just staying gone, she had the bright idea to come back and admit she stormed out in a huff.

What's next, "I'm rubber and you're glue . . . ."

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