My Letter to Representative Ted Budd of North Carolina
You unspeakable bastard.
I would refer to you as whale feces, but at least they serve a useful biological purpose that you lack.
I might envision you as an ambulatory, crab infested merkin, but that would be an insult to the whores throughout history who used such a prosthetic for professional purposes.
You’re a tick.
You suck blood from the whole and healthy, and spread misery and disease in turn. You’re a parasite that toadies to the donor class that wanted their trillion dollar tax cut…at the expense of the health care for the rest of us.
Well played, Sir….and well payed too, I imagine. You got your 30 pieces of blood silver for betraying all of the rest of us. If there is hell, I dearly hope your sojourn will be instructive.
Regardless, at least revolutionary France had expedient means to deal with parasites. As much as you may deserve your space next to Robespierre and St. Just in the tumbrel to be “kissed on the neck” by Mme Guillotine, we in the present have other options, if slower, to excise your carcass from the skin of the body politic.
Get used to seeing us when you come home. We will be at your meetings to shout you down. We will remind you who you swore to serve and protect. We will remind you that you betrayed the people you swore to. We will be in your offices to remind your staff they work for a fool and a liar, and that they have to live here with the rest of us even when you are in DC.
We aren’t going away, Ted. But sooner than you think, you will.