I know you can’t feel shame. You never could when we were growing up playing in the dirt of the trucking company yard across the street from the tar-paper shack I grew up in.
But you SHOULD. You should spend night after sleepless night regretting your disgusting behaviour. You have betrayed your country, your office, and your oaths.
NEVER-ENDING SHAME ON YOU.
Your oath when you were a “Marine” (JAG, lawyer, you figure out what he did for his hitch in the USMC) was to support the Constitution.
Your oath when you slimed your way into Congress was to support the Constitution.
Instead, you support sedition, disenfranchisement, and out-and-out TREASON. Your support of this latest farce in the form of Paxton’s sorry cry for a tRumpian pardon for his high crimes and misdemeanours (crimes in the form of “favours” for campaign contributors), this sham of a lawsuit before the Supreme Court, asking to overturn duly-certified election results to keep the Criminal-In-Thief in power, well, that’s nothing short of FASCISTIC.
Perhaps I’ll get you a BROWN SHIRT for Christmas, complete with a “MAKE AMERICA HATE AGAIN” ball cap.
Thankfully, even the disgusting crew we have packed into the Supreme Court these days (a sexual deviant, a sexual deviant drunkard, a religious right-wing fanatical nut-case, and so forth) couldn’t stomach supporting this blatant coup. Once again, we as a country dodged a bullet, despite your despicable attempt at making sure of the aim.
If I wasn’t an Atheist, I would wish that you rotted in Hell. As it is, all I can wish for is that you finally, “Grinch”-wise, actually grow some form of conscience, and writhe in self-loathing for your failures to be faithful to your country and your oaths.
