But you, Marco, should be ashamed of yourself. You were the golden boy of the new Congressional class of conservatives. You ran on a foundation of solid social conservatism and you’re demonstrating that this foundation was nothing but an election prop.
This is an embarrassment to the family, gentlemen. We’ve always taken care of you. We set you up with gigs and made sure that you had enough to wet your beak. But you’ve deliberately crossed the family in public. You’ve put your own woeful ideas ahead of the ideology of those who put you where you are today. You’ve abandoned conservative principles in favor of progressivism and we will not forget it. You’ve actively plotted our demise and worked to undermine the livelihood and security of the nation you pledged to serve.
You’re nothing to me now. You’re not my Representative or my Senator. I don’t want to know you or what you do. I don’t want to see you at the conventions. I don’t want you on my TV. When you pay lip service to our country, I want to know two days in advance, so I can take my blood pressure medicine and avoid watching television. I can’t even call you RINOs because that name isn’t descriptive enough. I have no choice but to label you both FREDOs: Feckless RINOs at Every Damn Opportunity.
Now get out of my office and go fishing with Al Neri.
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