More demonic than the sick display at the Grammy’s. Edward Markey is 76 and has held an elective office since he was 26, courtesy of the people of Massachusetts. He claims to be Catholic and says that he looks to his Faith in determining how to vote on issues. He needs to look much, much harder.
Oh, apparently this is an evil State of the Union stunt by the Dems:
They are rightly called the Party of Death.
Oh my goodness. It’s not even covert. It’s vulgar.
Mandatory retirement, rotation-in-office rules, and higher age thresholds to run for public office should be the order of the day. The Democratic congressional caucus is chock-a-block with his kind. They’re less common among the Republicans, but the ones the Republicans have seem to end up in the leadership. (Kevin McCarthy, John Thune, Bitc* McConnell, Trent Lott, and Robert Michel are all examples). So tired of these cretins.
These people are sprinting to Hell. Good.
It’s never good when people sprint to Hell.
Almost as bad is that the majority of your fellow citizens, even those who balk at abortions after the first dozen weeks of pregnancy or so, will shrug this off.
The nation’s soul is gangrenous.
Reminds me of the Death’s Head on the hats of Hitler’s SS. Rather imagine the ultimate destination will also be the same.
I wanted to make a joke about some other sin being worn as a lapel pin, but there really aren’t any outside the realm of possibility for the Democrats any more, are there?
So many politicians driving spikes through the hands of our Savior.
So so many.
Time is relative.
When they come to the end of this chapter, life on earth, then…then they will see that they have crucified our Lord. Then they will fall on their knees and plead for mercy…mercy they didn’t offer to the unborn.
btw…
I too have scourged our Lord. Driven nails through his hands. With God is unfathomable mercy for a soul with a contrite heart. A sorrowful contrite heart Lord, you will not spurn.
Ed Markey is running out of pages in his autobiography.
Ed Markey has the Biden syndrome.
At least we know where these ghouls stand. That pin to my mind is akin to summoning a demon.
Biden Syndrome. ( movie ) 1989
Sketchy hair sniffing madman Joe, main character, makes his way through DC smoozing, snoozing and slurring all the way to the White House. Since the cult hits Reservoir Dogs and Clock Work Orange, never, in the history of shock schlock, has their ever been a more disturbing flick than The Biden Syndrome. Destruction. Death. Dread. Joe, due to his absence of conscience, creates for the viewer a whirling dervish of grotesque contradictions that will confirm an atheist that they are absolutely right in their convictions. With Joe, there is no God.
The Biden Syndrome.
Viewer discretion is advised.