1/18/2026, 10:47 am
Get your reboots on, have a beer and let's dance...
DC Story - Goodnight, Goodnight
In the heart of Texas, where the lone star shines bright,The Swamp of old guards rumble, but the MAGA Snarks smell blood tonight.
John Cornyn, smooth-talkin' senator, hair silver like the Rio Grande,
Stands on the ballot stage, hat in hand, waitin' for the big man's command.
"Endorse me, Donny," he croons in the shadows of D.C. halls,
But Trump just shrugs, turns away—ain't answerin' those calls.
No golden tweet, no rally roar, no "Cornyn's my guy" decree,
Just silence echoin' like a snapped guitar string in the key of absentee.
Close the Primary heats up fierce, like a DC rumble under neon glare,
Paxton and Hunt circlin' close, knives out in the Texas air.
When you're The Swamp, you're the Swamp all the way,
From your first committee vote to your last bipartisan play.
But the Snarks are MAGA-pure, no compromise, no gray,
And without the king's blessing, Cornyn's star begins to fray.
He dances the establishment waltz, bipartisan gun bill in his stride,
But the base cries "RINO!" and the polls start slidin' wide.
No Trump magic wand to wave the challengers aside,
Just a lone Swamp senator, runnin' out of places to hide.
Tonight, tonight, it all can go so wrong,
For the old guard senator who sang the wrong song.
Without that fiery endorsement, the fire's gone out of his fight,
John Cornyn's reelection dream fades slow into the night
https://news.bgov.com/bloomberg-governm ... its-a-wall
DC Story - Goodnight, Goodnight
In the heart of Texas, where the lone star shines bright,The Swamp of old guards rumble, but the MAGA Snarks smell blood tonight.
John Cornyn, smooth-talkin' senator, hair silver like the Rio Grande,
Stands on the ballot stage, hat in hand, waitin' for the big man's command.
"Endorse me, Donny," he croons in the shadows of D.C. halls,
But Trump just shrugs, turns away—ain't answerin' those calls.
No golden tweet, no rally roar, no "Cornyn's my guy" decree,
Just silence echoin' like a snapped guitar string in the key of absentee.
Close the Primary heats up fierce, like a DC rumble under neon glare,
Paxton and Hunt circlin' close, knives out in the Texas air.
When you're The Swamp, you're the Swamp all the way,
From your first committee vote to your last bipartisan play.
But the Snarks are MAGA-pure, no compromise, no gray,
And without the king's blessing, Cornyn's star begins to fray.
He dances the establishment waltz, bipartisan gun bill in his stride,
But the base cries "RINO!" and the polls start slidin' wide.
No Trump magic wand to wave the challengers aside,
Just a lone Swamp senator, runnin' out of places to hide.
Tonight, tonight, it all can go so wrong,
For the old guard senator who sang the wrong song.
Without that fiery endorsement, the fire's gone out of his fight,
John Cornyn's reelection dream fades slow into the night
https://news.bgov.com/bloomberg-governm ... its-a-wall