You lose, mouth-breathers.
For a year you’ve been down on your knees. Obediently deep-throating your Master’s scaly cock while you fervently pray to Him between eagerly-gulped mouthfuls of oily Devil-Jizz to allow the greed to endure.
Of course you long ago sold your soul to the Angel of Darkness, but then later, the souls of your families, as well. And when that wasn’t enough, their tight, puckered, BrownEyes too.
Ahhh, but for this one, you were desperate enough to trade away the future of your own Party if only Old Nick would just keep the filthy money flowing to you and the rest of his Spawn. And mmmmmmmmmmmm… as always, sucking and swallowing–simple submissive shitstains slobbing bobbing, up and down.
Now! Rimming Lucifer’s bung! Then! Lying back for the Tea-Bag Party to begin! Oooooohhhh! What’s this? Ayn Rand slithers from the nearest sulfur pit to diddle the remains of your grandmother’s worm-infested clit, as her wretched cooze fouls your eager facehole. Always said there’s no pie as tasty as grandma’s!
Grand old party, but it wasn’t quite enough. The King of Hell double-tricked you, as you do unto your own brothers and sisters. When He realized that this isn’t about mere greed and power to you, and certainly not about principles–when He sensed that you couldn’t care less about the actual legislation–that you are conspiring as a party (regardless of your actual feelings about improving health-care) simply to thwart the President and his party at all costs–He let out a great roar of evil laughter, then Hate-Fucked you in your collective ass.
And even as you trembled in ecstasy, and begged to eat your own putrid shit off His monstrous corporate-asset, He laughed and thrust. Laughed and thrust. Ejaculated, the ejected you from His Hell to face the Earthly hell that you have fashioned for yourselves.
Though you are finished, it won’t happen right away. You’ll still have a little time to pretend you’re relevant. I guess Satan likes your knob-gobbling enough to let you gain a few seats in November, but it’ll all be over soon enough. Because even the most rabid gulper of Glennrush Fox droppings will–in a heartbeat–abandon the sorry remainder of you blindly cynical obstructionists once he discovers that an improved health-care system actually benefits his family and him.
Go. Go now, repulsive, selfish darkspots! Go weeping and gnashing your spunk-encrusted fangs into the Void that you oozed from. For tomorrow I shall dance on your grave!
You lose.