And so it is time to grab the bull by the tail and face the situation, or put more classily: I come not to praise Paul Ryan but to bury him.
Since nearly the inception of Mock Paper Scissors, Paul Ryan (the emptiest suit in DC) has been an object of our scorn.
From his days of Snidely Whiplash wannabe to the Zombie-eyed Granny-starver (thanks Charlie!), we’ve focused on him as few others. Whether he was washing already cleaned dishes as the running mate of The Stench, or explaining to us how Magic Asterisks were going to save us from deficits, everything this man did was a fraud, and our failed Media let him get away with it. “Oh, look, he created a Powerpoint, he must be a wonk. Dreeeeeeeeamy eyes, too.”
There is no one in Washington — possibly no one in America — whose reputation for basic competence outstrips the reality more than Paul Ryan.
I visited THOMAS to see what the Zombie-Eyed Granny-Starver’s record is. Three bills since 2000. That’s it: he named a Post Office in Janesville, he modified a tax on hunting arrows, and his third bill was to establish another sub-committee for Jason Chaffetz’s government oversight committee. Policy wank is more accurate.
ZEGS is leaving DC riding his high horse on a low road. Ryan is nothing more than Donald Trump’s sycophantic yes man.
ZEGS’ remora-like sucking up to power is his legacy, that and a Republican-led Congress that abandoned its constitutional check and balance to an out-of-control and lawless president.
* I stole Asshole Shrugged from Scissorhead RWW, and I’m not apologizing!