No need to mourn.

Republicans are down. Now’s the time to kick them in the gut. In the groin. In the scrotum. And for good measure, give ‘em a whack in the teeth. Knock out every last tooth.  So that Republicans need a remake. Plastic surgery. A complete facelift. They already have an ugly puss. Make it uglier. I’m fed up with Republicans.  So are many other Americans, I sense. It’s a good time for Democrats to regain a majority in the House. Work on that  for the next two years.  Have no mercy. Because mercy doesn’t work on Republicans. They have no soul. They’ve already sold it. To the devil or worse. I like to think kindly of people. And generally, I do. The really human ones. But Republicans are scum. Crap. Worthless. They’d sell their mothers and brothers and sisters if they don’t cater to Republican orthodoxy. They have no room for compromise. They’d sell out their own nation rather than give the rival party credit for anything. Yes, they are the real un-Americans. If the Republican party dies, let’s celebrate. No need to mourn. Good riddance. Happy days again. –Jim Broede