Nancy Pelosi faced a storm of fury that night—voices sharp, accusations sharper. What began as a civil dialogue with Paul Krugman exploded into a battlefield of anger and blame. Each word peeled back layers of secrecy and regret, dragging painful chapters of history into harsh light. The crowd’s wrath echoed through the hall, cutt… Continues…
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