How Did David DePape Get into the Pelosis' House?
And why aren't we supposed to ask?
First things first: Paul Pelosi is currently in the hospital recovering from his attack, and here’s wishing him a speedy recovery. It sounds horrible and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. Crime in America is spiraling out of control.
Now…
The Pelosis are worth somewhere north of $100 million. Nancy Pelosi is the speaker of the United States House of Representatives, and second in the line of presidential succession. You’re telling me her husband Paul was alone in a house with no security or surveillance cameras? This lunatic David DePape just walked right up to the house and broke in?
I’ve got other questions. The initial report was that DePape was in his underwear when the police caught him beating Pelosi with a hammer. Now we’re told that’s not true.
Wait, what? How do you get that detail wrong? Did it come from the police? I can understand misremembering the color of his pants. But the cops couldn’t tell whether he was wearing any?
And then there’s this:
Okay, I’m just trying to picture the scene that the two responding officers saw: They entered the Pelosi home, found DePape attacking Pelosi, and stopped him.
How did they get into the house? Did they break down the door? Was it unlocked, or already open? Did DePape or Pelosi open it?
The story is that the police encountered DePape in the middle of beating Pelosi. So if DePape opened the door for them… why? Or if Pelosi opened the door for them… how?
I see a lot of people speculating that this was some sort of lovers’ quarrel, or a Grindr date gone wrong, or something along those lines. Doesn’t seem likely to me, but is it really outside the realm of possibility? Are you a homophobe? I thought we were supposed to accept all genders and preferences and whatnot. It’s 2022.
As for the claim that DePape is some sort of MAGA QAnon guy, and this attack is evidence of the ever-present evil of those Republican Party Nazis…
I dunno, sounds like a typical San Francisco resident to me. Blaming Republicans for this is grasping at straws. But WaPo and the NYT and the rest have gotten their marching orders, I guess.
Oh, one last question: Presumably the responding officers had body cams. Showing us the footage would shut down all these conspiracy theories, wouldn’t it?
Hello? Anybody?
Here’s another crime victim:
I’ve got questions about this one too:
Who took the photo?
How long does it take to burn down a sign that size?
Did the person who took the photo see who did it? The culprit couldn’t have gotten far, right?
Did the Fetterman campaign go to the police about this act of violence and intimidation? If not, why not?
Does anybody in the whole entire world actually buy this obvious hoax?
There’s nothing better than bad things happening to bad people:
Hi, Chris! So, you’ve been at your new job for four weeks and you’re already failing? Oof. I dunno what to tell ya, paisan. Maybe it’s a branding issue. Maybe the Cuomo name ain’t what it used to be. Maybe it’s time to change it. How about…
Corleone?
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I guess you could say Mr. King is taking a... STAND. He’s sick of... IT. He’s feeling some... RAGE. He’s gonna take a... LONG WALK. His timeline is about to be a lot... THINNER. He’s a bewildered old man, and being thwarted fills him with... MISERY. Etc.
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Peter Capaldi playing a creepy crank who has an unusual relationship with time? That’s new!
But seriously, this is an ingenious little mystery/horror/sci-fi show, with a premise that’s not quite like anything I’ve seen before. Kind of like Minority Report meets Groundhog Day. The more I think about how the world of the show functions, the less sense it makes. But it really messes with my head, which I don’t mind, and it ain’t boring. It’s not just another “mystery box” show where random crap keeps happening because the writers have no idea where the story is going.1
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Happy Halloween, I guess? Every year, this holiday becomes more and more like Christmas. There’s so much hype that by the time the actual day comes around, I’m already sick of it. Here, take your dang candy and get out of my face.
I’m looking at you, JJ.
Jim, you've lost the Hallowe'en spirit. You need to have a magical encounter with Garfield the cat and learn that it was inside you all along.
Unless is bursts out of your chest and morphs into a giant, corrosive-blooded Democrat that kills us all.
When in doubt, when something that happens and it sounds sorta far fetched, I rely on good ole Occam to come to my aid, pull out his razor and slice off some clarity: There is more evidence here for an illicit encounter gone wrong. That is the most likely answer. Paul knew the guy, said on the 911 call that he was a friend and he knew his name, etc. Police get there and that is when Maxwell swings his Silver Hammer? Hmmm, OK.
As I was sitting in the SFO terminal, the word was that there were three people there and I was saying it was a "threesome gone wrong." That still might be the case. I think the popo's are backing away from the "third person in the room" thing. And, as today goes along, I really think that the actual truth will never come out and that it will quickly get buried in the "local news story" catergoy since The Very Online couldn't pin this one on the real enemy, MAGA.
Why was I in SFO? Well, I went to Berkeley for a sporting contest twix some Ducks and some Bears. Generally speaking, any sort of matchup involving Bears and Ducks does not end will for the Ducks. But, the Ducks have a guy named Bo, and they got the better of these Berkeley based Bears, so that was nice.
Traveling from SFO to Berkeley, I was able to take in some of the local color that one can ascertain from the window of a train. SFO is god damn dump in most places, IMO. There is no way I could live here, no way at all. No, no and no.