So my lovely bride of 25 years yells up the stairs to me while I’m goofing off with my sons “Sean Duffy is having a town hall you want to be there?” This is a golden opportunity for mayhem. A glorious chance to rub that smug ugly fuckers face in the steaming pile of shit he keeps adding to every time he rubber stamps anything any republican offers up. Mr. I can’t live on 271K per annum. Tickets to shit on the mental midget and his merry band of fuckwits. Oh please just the one chance to really shaft this crowing floater of a man and what do I get? A telephone town hall so carefully screened the real miracle is that I passed muster to be called at all. Soft meatballs delivered by true believers, the same tire old dog whistles,  and to be honest it seemed pre made in a studio by shitty sound techs and worse actors. Another box checked off on the old to do list and I’ll bet he wasn’t even there to do it in person.

A tool run by other tools to be used by Koch industries as needed. He doesn’t need to be smart, he just needs to do what the fuck he is told. Ryan and Walker are not the only shitty creatures in Wisconsin. No balls to show up in person and do his fucking job. Can’t be personally responsible for his own behavior. Sounds like he can’t be trusted to do his damned job.

You’re not my Valentine. I don’t think you’re going to be anyone’s Valentine before to long. Including your dog and your cat. I heard they called a cab to the nearest shelter.