Ann

Bama fan, mom, grandmom. Loving life after retirement. Former Democrat turned Republican after my brain matured. #WalkAwayfromDemocrats.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

I’m a Bama fan, win or lose, but PLEASE, can we stop running the jet sweep 20 times a game? It never works because every team we play knows we’re gonna run it no matter what game time situation we’re in, and they’re ready to snuff it out every time! It makes me crazy!!!!!

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@tidefan372002 @SECNetwork He’s definitely biased but I expected that from him. He just can’t help his little self.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@RedLivesMatterQ

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@GuntherEagleman Robert Garcia thinks he’s going to make a name for himself over this. He’s willing to lie, cover up, embellish the truth and encourage violence and riots just to build his own ego. How embarrassing he is!

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@orangmanviad @GuntherEagleman

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@WalshFreedom You are so embarrassingly petty. Get a life!

[Radical Left Exposed @radleftexposed]

🚨JUST IN: AOC says the Democrats are looking at impeaching Supreme Court justices for "legalizing Trump's criminality."

Obviously she means Samuel Alito and Clarence Thomas.

KBJ, Kagen and Sotomayor are safe because they rule the "right" way.

And you thought they were gonna focus on gas prices?

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@AshSavesUSA @FFT1776

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@libsoftiktok @mikecrooks @ClearCreekISD A slap on the wrist means she agrees with her. Both need to resign.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@FFT1776 No, Ted. If you can’t stand with the people in this administration, you need to move on. You’re either for us or against us. No more wishy/washy Republicans. I’m done with all you weak cucks.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@MAGAVoice He’s a national treasure. Handsome and brilliant, too.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@GocniSchindler @libsoftiktok He thinks that middle finger is a nuclear weapon.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@Rusty_Weiss @libsoftiktok They’re the most deranged things on campus.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@T3X1836 @libsoftiktok These mental midgets live in a fantasy world and seem to never have to face reality. If they were made to face severe consequences for their actions, maybe, just maybe, they’d either grow up or get the mental help they so desperately need.

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@LeaderJohnThune @SenateGOP

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@SenateGOP

[Julia @AlwaysTrumpers]

I did thune!!

Jesus FUCKING Christ, Thune. Every time the Senate looks like it might finally grow a spine and do the job it was elected to do, you materialize as the human embodiment of a wet napkin—soft, useless, and already stained by whoever was sitting on it last.
You’ve spent your entire career as the polite, empty-suit enforcer who never read the goddamn bill, never killed the poison pill, and never once told the parliamentarian to get fucked. You’re the guy who stood there nodding while Mitch McConnell treated the Senate desk like a personal incinerator for anything that might have actually moved the ball, and now that the gavel’s in your soft little hands you’re still letting the same unelected clerk run the place like she’s the fucking Pope.
You didn’t read the bills. You didn’t force the votes. You let them die on Mitch the bitch’s desk while you smiled for the cameras and cashed the checks. And when the parliamentarian clears her throat, you fold faster than a lawn chair in a hurricane. The rules are whatever she says they are that afternoon, and you’re perfectly content to hide behind her so you never have to own a hard decision.
Congratulations, you spineless procedural mascot. You’ve turned the Majority Leader’s office into a waiting room where nothing happens until some bureaucrat in a cardigan gives you permission to breathe. The American people sent a Republican majority and you handed the keys to an unelected referee who thinks “budget reconciliation” is a religion.
You’re not a leader. You’re a hall monitor with a better tailor—the political equivalent of a speed bump that somehow got a pension and a motorcade. Kentucky-level voters at least had the sense to eventually tire of the performative holdouts. South Dakota’s still stuck with the guy who treats every fight as a scheduling conflict.
So go back to your empty chamber, keep pretending the parliamentarian is your co-pilot, and keep letting the bills you never bothered to read die in the same drawer McConnell used. You’re a decorative placeholder who peaked as “not as bad as the other guy,” and your entire legacy is the quiet sound of legislation being carried out of the building in a body bag while you checked the clock.
Now take your unread binders, your procedural cowardice, and your bottomless talent for doing absolutely nothing, shove it all up your ass, and get the fuck out of the way. 🖕

[Flopping Aces @FloppingAces]

Jesus FUCKING Christ, Massie. Every time I think Congress has finally scraped the absolute bottom of the barrel of useless, self-important, backstabbing assholes, you come crawling out from underneath it like a syphilitic fucking sewer rat with a superiority complex and a desperate need for somebody, ANYBODY, to give a shit what you think.

You’ve spent your entire worthless career as a preening, self-righteous little bitch who never actually did a goddamn thing except clap for the cameras, cash the checks, and jerk yourself off about how principled you are while the rest of the party actually tried to win. You're a walking participation trophy with a congressional pension, the political equivalent of a wet fart in an elevator who somehow convinced himself he's Thomas fucking Jefferson.

And now, for your grand fucking finale, you’re counting “eight impeachable acts” like some pious little altar boy with a hard-on for losing, because Pete Hegseth is effective, the war is going the way your voters wanted, and your colleagues aren’t stupid enough to follow a lame-duck loser into a political suicide pact.

Eight! EIGHT! Congratulations, you sanctimonious dipshit. Did you count them all by yourself, or did you need your Democrat buddies to take your shoes off so you could get past ten?

And since you've suddenly appointed yourself the nation's supreme authority on military accountability, let's revisit Lloyd fucking Austin.

The Secretary of Defense vanished into a hospital for days, the President wasn't informed, his own deputy didn't know the full circumstances, and the Pentagon's chain of command looked like a goddamn Three Stooges reunion.

WHERE THE FUCK WAS CAPTAIN ACCOUNTABILITY THEN, YOU SPINELESS, TWO-FACED LITTLE SHITSTAIN?

No impeachment crusade. No constitutional sermon. No theatrical outrage. Apparently your principles were buried somewhere between your pinecone collection and whatever Democrat's ass you were kissing that week.

But Hegseth starts kicking ass, and suddenly the mighty Thomas Massie emerges from his woodland fucking monastery, clutching his impeachment articles like Moses descending Mount Sinai, ready to lecture everybody about constitutional responsibility.

Spare me the sanctimonious horseshit, you gutless fraud.

You've become the Democrats' favorite useful Republican, a pompous, backstabbing jackass who mistakes sabotaging his own party for some grand demonstration of moral superiority. You're the political equivalent of a hemorrhoid that learned to quote the Federalist Papers.

And the funniest fucking part? Kentucky finally saw through the act.

After years of listening to you congratulate yourself for being the smartest, bravest, most principled man in Washington, your own voters apparently decided they'd rather have an empty fucking chair than another term of your insufferable bullshit.

Imagine possessing an ego so catastrophically inflated that getting your ass handed to you at the ballot box only convinces you the country desperately needs MORE of your unsolicited wisdom.

You're the drunk asshole being thrown out of the bar who keeps screaming that HE'S the one who decided to leave.

And now, with the clock running out on your miserable congressional career, you're spending your remaining political oxygen trying to kneecap an administration your own party elected. What an extraordinary fucking achievement. Years in Congress, and your farewell performance is practically indistinguishable from something written by the Democratic National Committee.

You had an opportunity to leave Washington with whatever scraps of dignity you had left. Instead, you've chosen to spend your final days as a bitter little political cockroach, desperately scrambling for relevance while the lights go out.

So here's some advice, Tommy.

Go clear out your empty office, go fuck yourself with that pinecone on the way out, and take your resume full of nothing with you.

You're a pathetic, irrelevant, treasonous clown who peaked as a meme, and your greatest congressional accomplishment was demonstrating just how fucking unbearable one self-important asshole can become.

Now take your persecution complex, your worthless political legacy, and your bottomless reservoir of self-righteous horseshit, shove it all straight up your ass, and FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF, you pinecone-sucking, zero-accomplishment, traitor-ass motherfucker. 🖕

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@RyanAFournier

[Ann @Msragarcia]

@SenateGOP Well,you insane lily bellied spineless do nothing in the GOP Senate didn’t even have the balls to run someone else against the low life Thune who refused to support Trump’s agenda and pass the Save Act and the other bills that sat on his desk for months. What cowards!