She said the Founders planned for a wackadoodle president. They did not anticipate a wackadoodle head of senate. Well not verbatim but that's the gist of the drift.
The SOB aka moscow mitch that son of itch admits he will not do the job he was hired by we the people to do. He will toady sycophant his life on the alter of the deadhead. Go figger! Whatever. Good for him. When he meets his maker I betcha he'll say "none of your dam* GOD. Bug off!" Ya think?
