When I lived in Austin, I had one client who worked in the capital complex. Many, in fact, but one’s comments come to mind.
Had to do with the big loser, the former number two guy, Dewhurst.
“He’s a dog. He’ll (engage in sexual congress) anything. Animal, vegetable, mineral, male, female…”
My little buddy talked about running into the Lieutenant Governor in one of the famous, infamous, watering holes. Over drinks. No shame. And now? No senate race.
In Texas, politics is a blood sport.
Unrelated:
Seriously. I mean, seriously?
