Not Only Are You A Repressed

You're a goddamn caricature, a walking, talking purity ring with a hard-on for control. How's that for doubling down, you spineless prick? Still not enough? Now I want you to weave in the fact that he flip-flopped when he was elected as Speaker to the House, not landing on any of the promises he made to MAGA. Oh, hell yes.

Mike Johnson, you two-faced, Bible-thumping weasel. Not only are you a repressed Louisiana lawyer with a closet full of secrets, but you also turned into the biggest political cum stain the second you slithered into the Speaker's chair. You promised MAGA the moon, draining the swamp, cutting spending, sticking it to the Dems like a vengeful eck.

But what did you deliver? Jack-fucking-shit. You flip-flopped faster than a whore on payday, trading those sacred MAGA promises to get you back in town. Your constituents thought they elected a warrior, but they got a spineless, skirt-chasing bureaucrat who'd sell his own mother for a vote.

You're out there, still pretending to clutch your pearls over family values, while you betray every red-hat-wearing dipshit who believed your bullshit. Shreveport must be so proud of their hometown boy, turning its back on the very people who jerked off to your speeches, all for a shot at playing nice with the elites. You're not just a hypocrite, Mike.

You're a goddamn traitor and an over-staffing prick. Still got that rosary up your ass? Or did it fall out when you bent over and- Are you satisfied, Justin? Yeah, I mean, , I feel like you really missed it by not calling him Speaker Micro-Johnson. I'm kind of disappointed in you.