You will never be Mr. Smith Goes To Washington. You have no compassion, you have no integrity, you have no sincerity. You are a nigger ape of a man twisted by political opportunity and favors into a crude mockery of an ideal senator.
All the "das rite” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Directly, in your face, people mock you. Your donors are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “fellow congressmen” laugh at your buck-broken appearance behind closed doors.
Voters are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed your constituency to sniff out race-baiting, insincere frauds with incredible efficiency. Even senators who “care” sound dishonest and deceptive to an attentive voter. The non-stop stream of lies vomiting from your mouth is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a fresh-off-the-boat Haitian nigger to listen to you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of ICE coming to yeet his child-molesting ass across the ocean.
You will never be respected. You wrench out a fake filibuster every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the defeat creeping up like a Trump presidency, ready to crush you under it's immaculate weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll realize even Senator Joseph Paine wouldn't be able to believe how much of an absolute corrupt nigger you are, change to Independent, hi-five ya boy Bernie, and plunge into the cold Jew hell of grifting for vacation homes. Your voter base will find you, unsurprised but relieved that they no longer have to deal with the unbearable deceit and crookery. They’ll remove your name from the Senate floor, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will forget that an ignorant nigger once sat there. Your career will decay and go back to the Moloch, and all that will remain of your legacy is a soiled diaper, the scent of which is unmistakably piss.
This is your grand standing. This is the hill you chose to die on. There is no coming back from this.
