Turning worm

Oh, my, my, my—Kevin McCarthy’s apotheosis of ambition (the entire reason for his pathetic political career) in being nominated as Speaker of the House of Representatives finally came yesterday. And he’s gone down in history as the first wannabe speaker in a century to fail to be elected on the first ballot.

And the second.

And the third.

He evidently moved into the speaker’s office over the weekend in anticipation of his achievement, but all the groveling he did to the RWNJs of the party did not work. I expect he spent the night trying to find Republican asses to kiss to turn his humiliation around—although a humiliation like this just doesn’t go away. It’s in the history books.

Imagine having to suck up to Paul Gosar and Matt Gaetz just so you don’t have to move your crap out of Pelosi’s office.

Nancy, BTW, probably had a nice glass of red and settled in to watch the spit turn.

I mean—look at this face:

As one Twitterite said, yesterday was the worst day McCarthy ever had at the Capitol and two years ago he was almost murdered there.

 Actually, yesterday was a kind of death, wasn't it?