Steve Womack: The big pussy

Steve Womack: Another way to call a cat a kitten.

In case you missed this, earlier today The New York Times reported that—in a last-gasp effort to have the election overturned—Donald Trump called Mike Pence and said, “You can either go down in history as a patriot, or you can go down in history as a pussy.”

According to the 45th president’s shameful world view, being a patriot means surrendering righteousness and dignity to serve the singular needs of an aspiring authoritarian scumbag desperately clinging to power. It means allowing the bully to bully you. And being a pussy means doing the right thing.

And, if we’re being honest, Mike Pence has been Donald Trump’s (to be bigly un-PC) pussy for four years. He has served the president as a prostitute serves her pimp. Trump commands, Pence obeys. No matter the circumstance. No matter correct v. incorrect.

But this time, for probably the first time, Pence stood his ground. He is no longer Washington’s biggest pussy.

Instead, we have Steve Womack, a congressman who has represented Arkansas’s Third Congressional District since 2011. He is pictured above.

Before today, I’d never heard of Steve Womack. And reading his website bio—well, the guy seems somewhat impressive. Womack (according to the site), “retired from the Arkansas Army National Guard in 2009 at the rank of Colonel with more than thirty years of service. His deployment to Sinai, Egypt in 2002 marked the first time a National Guard unit performed the mission of the Multinational Force and Observers. Womack’s Task Force received accolades from the highest levels of military and civilian leaders.”

Again, not too shabby.

This evening, however, Womack earned his new badge: Pussy Sans Honor.

In case you missed the story, new metal detectors have been placed outside the U.S. Capitol’s house chamber—a reasonable and sane safety measure considering last week’s catastrophe. But a small handful of Republican representatives (led by the clownish Lauren Boebert) flipped out upon being asked by police to have their bags checked before walking through (Boebert carries her gun everywhere, because she’s insane). Some were snippy. Some were visibly agitated.

Then there was Womack.

“You are creating a problem you do not understand the ramifications of!” he yelled at the police manning the detectors, then shouted at the officers to “get back!” and “don’t touch me!”

And if you think about it … if you really think about it—what the flying fuck is wrong with these people? With this guy? The officers are just doing their jobs. They’re paid a salary and told to do X and Y and Y and Z. They don’t make the rules, they didn’t decide, “It’d sure be fun to dig through Womack’s pockets.” They’re just employees—still surely reeling from one of the worst weeks of their lives.

And for Womack—defender of the working class—to chew these folks out, all because he’s put off by the suggestion (post-violence) that maybe we should worry about more violence … it’s infuriating.

Just suck it up, wait on the security line and be you.

It’s not that hard.

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