Pelosi told reporters how hard it’s been to be picketed by the antiwar protesters.

“Look,” she said, the chicken breast on her plate untouched. “I had, for five months, people sitting outside my home, going into my garden in San Francisco, angering neighbors, hanging their clothes from trees, building all kinds of things — Buddhas? I don’t know what they were — couches, sofas, chairs, permanent living facilities on my front sidewalk.”
Unsmilingly, she continued: “If they were poor and they were sleeping on my sidewalk, they would be arrested for loitering, but because they have ‘Impeach Bush’ across their chest, it’s the First Amendment.”

Poor Pelosi! Her base is holding her accountable to her rhetoric. Don’t you hate it when that happens? Nobody (including Pelosi) should be shocked by their actions since it’s common knowledge that when the antiwar left are unhappy they throw a tantrum protest.
But don’t start feeling sorry for her just yet because she’s not stupid enough to allow the dregs of society to protest in front of her house:

The neighborhood has lost 5 parking spots and Code Pink has been zoned down the street, away from the Speaker’s front door and house, in a stunning arabesque that landed the whole pink lot … directly in front of my house. If you visited during protest hours, and knew whose house was whose, you would ask, “Why, Code Pink, are you picketing that Yellow House. Doesn’t the Speaker live over there?” During the last siege, we relied on the helpful San Francisco police to remove the Sunday, humming, fun-seeking protesters from our front steps, where they lounged lizard-like enjoying the sun, music and honking passers-by.

It’s good to be the queen!