Aren’t you glad you hitched your star to this guy?
You voted for the shit sandwich health-care bill after being told that you were doing your duty for your leader.
You listened to the White House’s non-stop pleading, begging, and mewling.
You probably got a phone call from The Big Termite, the obvious anagram Reince Priebus or even the Russian Usurper himself. No pressure there, amiright?
You lied to your constituents in Possum Hollar that the bill helped cover more people, for less money.
You celebrated passing that stone with the Russian Usurper in the Rose Garden, wherein he congratulated himself. It was in all the news, with pictures of you grinning as you stripped healthcare from tens of millions of Americans. Holding a can of cheap beer, too.
Suckers. You got played like a rube in Times Square just off the turnip truck.
The Russian Usurper has told senators the House bill is “mean” and says it doesn’t do enough to cover people.
Well, YOUR preznint just put YOU at risk. Showed YOUR constituents that the hated Dims were right all along. Your voters love, Love, LOVE him. You? Naw, they don’t love you much.
Makes you kinda mad, huh?
So, you’re a Republican member of Congress, are you going to help the next time after YOUR preznint just gave you a Cleaveland Steamer after you cast a vote for him?