Well, Democrats, how in the flying flaming feces of Hell do you justify that vote?
You can explain until new life forms evolve on the Moon, and you still have no excuse.
You are a stain on the tattered reputation of Congress, the odor no perfume will cover, that brown stuff that clings to the cleats of a workboot after a grievous misstep at a dog park. You are a waste of oxygen, a useless emitter of greenhouse gasses, and the end more prominent in releasing those emissions is at issue, literally. May your days be filled with misery, may your joints ache constantly, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits, and may your genitals be possessed with pervasive itching. You and your intellectually inbred lackeys are proof that gene pools degrade with time.
