Congressman Eric “I stuck my dick in a CCP honeypot and farted on live TV” Swalwell is suing Trump and several Republicans in Congress because the Capitol storming made him scared.
From his complaint is this gem:
224. Plaintiff Eric Swalwell was inside the Capitol complex at all relevant times and was in the House chamber attempting to certify the results of the 2020 Presidential election when the violent mob breached the Capitol. The Plaintiff heard the mob pound on the chamber doors and smash glass in an effort to get inside. He watched as Capitol Police officers drew their weapons, barricaded entrances, and ordered the Plaintiff and other members of Congress to seek shelter, put on gas masks, and take cover in case there was gunfire. The Plaintiff prepared himself for possible hand-to-hand combat as he took off his jacket and tie and searched for makeshift instruments of self-defense. He listened in shock as the House Chaplain—a veteran of war herself—began praying for the members from the Rostrum.
225. As the Plaintiff watched this horror unfold, he texted with his wife in what he felt could be his last moments, telling her “I love you very much. And our babies.”
226. As a result of this, the Plaintiff suffered severe emotional distress.
Real tough guy…
So, he honestly thought that we would be in a fight for his life against thousands of people storming the Capitol and he’s getting ready to take them on like Jean Claude Van Damme while the Capitol police are no where to be found.
If I were in the position I’d be behind my government issued desk, tipped on its back, with a gun trained on my office door about to introduce rioters to the concept of the fatal funnel. Plug the door to my office with insurgent corpses like the gates of thermopylae.
This is exactly what gun rights are for, to protect the individual from overwhelming force.
But Swalwell is such a thick headed ideologue that this thought would never cross his mind.
Instead he tries to sound like a tough guy and it comes off as pathetic.
With a variation of the old barber’s incantation:” Fall down, please. Next!”
“The Plaintiff prepared himself for possible hand-to-hand combat…”
He keeps using those words, I don’t think they mean what he thinks they mean.
The plaintiff soiled his panties, then proceeded to lie there like a slug. It was his only defense. Fixed it.
I wonder what would have happened if one of the Republican Congress Critters or Senators went out to meet the folks in the hallways?
Missed opportunity?
I suppose the Democrats would have to accuse him/her of treason?