I totally agree. I read Grandpa Get Off My Lawn’s speech and ricocheted between, “What the hell is he talkin’ about” and “That’s a fuckin’ lie.” But then I saw the glowing reviews of the speech and thought, “What the hell are they talkin’ about,” and “That’s a fuckin’ lie.”
When Grandpappy Amos McCoy shuffles off his mortal coil, the first thing they better say in his obituary is he gave us Lady Gov. Mooselini and helped make it possible for an apricot-hued shitgibbon babyman to bring his merry band of grifters to D.C. so they could shit on the White House lawn.
UPDATE: And at the last moment, he does something mavericky:
The Senate in the early hours of Friday morning rejected a new, scaled-down Republican plan to repeal parts of the Affordable Care Act, derailing the Republicans’ seven-year campaign to dismantle President Barack Obama’s signature health care law and dealing a huge political setback to President Trump.
Senator John McCain of Arizona, who just this week returned to the Senate after receiving a diagnosis of brain cancer, cast the decisive vote to defeat the proposal, joining two other Republicans, Susan Collins of Maine and Lisa Murkowski of Alaska, in opposing it.
But before he gets all the accolades, remember that Susan Collins and Lisa Murkowski were the ones who stuck their necks out from the beginning. They represented their constituents admirably. McCain did the right thing, after making this go on longer than it should have, but he knows he never will face the voters again. If he did have to, our healthcare would be screwed.