Alright, we have to admit it: We’re in shock.
After a prolonged and excessively tedious game of chicken in the Senate, which we had fully expected to end in the usual failure theater, Yertle the Turtle seemed to have located a pair of spare testicles and pulled the trigger on Sniffling Schumer, nuking the filibuster into oblivion.
Which, we suspect, won’t turn out too well for the Prozi Party.
To his credit, we have to mention that McConnell did note, back when Dicky Reid the pervert did the same thing to all positions below the Supreme Court (for the simple reason that there weren’t any vacancies on it back then, or he’d have nuked that too), that the Prozis would end up regretting it.
Being accustomed to the Recucklican party’s blustering and empty threats, we didn’t think much of it at the time. After all, we’re talking about the Band of Bimbos who sat on Congress for a solid 6 years without using it for anything other than finding themselves forced to pretend to fight the Prozis while having already agreed to surrender unconditionally, but apparently this time Mitchie meant it.
It is certainly going to make the next four years all that much more memorable.
Meanwhile, obviously, the Prozi Party and their Steno Pool have suddenly discovered that the filibuster is the single most sacred institution in the world that they’ve always held in the utmost esteem, much like a serial wife beater will protest to the court, tearfully, that he never loved anybody as much as the wife whose rotting corpse the police just dug out of his basement.
Heads exploding everywhere.
Tired of winning yet?