SCOOT BROWN! HOW DARE YOU!

A person should not vote his conscience! No! A person should vote how his benefactors tell him to vote.
I call him Scoot, because he Scooted away from the talking points on the jobs bill FAUX NEWZ and Uncle Rupe had given him. We had gone over this and over it. He's not the brightest bulb in the box, you know, to mix a metaphor as only I can.
We had told him what to say, when to say it, how to vote, how to smile and nod when he voted.
Good God, we embellished on that cheesey pick-up truck business FOR him!
When a media conglomerate goes to the trouble to raise someone from the dust of obscurity, it expects something in return. It expects a candidate to vote as that conglomerate tells it to. When you strike a Faustian bargain, everyone knows that's how it works!

What business does this guy have USING HIS JUDGMENT FOR GOD'S SAKE!? Who told him he had the right to do that! We thought we had purchased spineless; by some minor miracle, he found a spine; DAMN HIM!
Now, all is not lost. We will be watching Mr. Downtown Brown to see what he does in the coming weeks and should he demonstrate that troublesome outgrowth called judgment again in coming weeks there will be hell to pay, Uncle Rupe has assured all of us.
You know he's not pleasant when he's disappointed Mr. Brown.
You're not the only one here with his ass on the line!