You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s hotlining a bill in the Senate.
You reach down, you try to flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise stays upright no matter what you do.
You try offering compromise and later Impeachment, but you end up laying on your back in the House, your belly baking in the hot sun, beating your own legs trying to turn yourself over, but you can’t, not without the Senate’s help. But they’re not helping. Why is that?
