Lady G

When I opened my phone on Sunday morning, the death of Lindsey Graham was the first post I saw.

I felt absolutely nothing.

Graham embarrassed himself at the end of his days by being a brown nose for King Pedo.

Look back at what Graham said about Pedo back in 2016.

He knew exactly who Don Snorleone was. He said that if he won the election we would be ruined and we would deserve it.

True.

Thing is, at the start of the first term, Graham was invited to golf with Shitler.

Following the round, there wasn’t anything that Graham disagreed with when it came to Mr. Cognitive Test.

After January 6th, Graham stood on the floor of the senate and explained that ‘it’s gone too far.’

He said that he was ‘out’.

The next day, he was ‘in’.

An empty suit.

If you stand for nothing, you’ll fall for anything.

He was an embarrassment.

I waited all day Sunday for Mitch McConnell to send his sympathies, but he hasn’t said anything in about a month.

But I wasn’t gloating.

Graham died at 71 years old.

A sudden death, and I assume that he had a family who spent time with him,

Can’t rejoice in a death, but his ass-kissing, when he knew exactly what harm was being done, was pathetic.

So, I won’t be mourning him.

The thing is, it’s all about power…

…that’s what those people crave.

And in the end, Graham and McConnell are gone, and they will be remembered as Limbaugh and Kirk are…

… not at all.

They didn’t develop a legacy.

They followed along.

They were like a bag in the wind, simply chasing money and power.

And when a man passes, his name in the obit section should bring more of a reaction than…

…absolutely nothing.