Oh, Margie… You wanted a platform and you got it. Then you didn’t know how to use it. I wish you had more success, what with your psychotic delusions and crazy belief in conspiracy theories, but the world just keeps on truckin’. Even the orange man didn’t support you when you wanted to oust your religious-nut-job Speaker, who monitors the porn his son watches (Is there a term for getting off on watching your kids get off, like with wife cucking? If there is, that’s him.)

Poor Margie. No one wants to play with you. I guess maybe you should take your ball and go home. Go home, Margie, and forget this whole charade you played in politics. No one will miss you but me. And only ironically, but hey – that’s better than nothing.