Kevin Kiley’s Profile In Chickensh*t.
The World’s Most Courageous Fake Breakup
Every few election cycles, when the polling turns ugly and the district starts looking less like a safe harbor and more like the deck of the Titanic, a certain species of politician performs a familiar ritual to varying degrees of sincerity.
They announce, very gravely, their voices pitched low and solemn, their body language that of a man who has endured the tortures of the damned, that they are “breaking” with their party. “I didn’t leave the party,” they intone, “The party left me.”
But for the most part, they’re really breaking up, of course.
More like loosening the top button on the party uniform while keeping the jacket, the salary, the committee assignments, the donor list, and the voting record exactly the same way.
Which brings us to Congressman Kevin Kiley’s bullshit. Kiley is the Ugg boot of MAGA, a basic-bitch vanilla-latte backbencher, and has apparently decided that the best way to convince voters he’s a bold independent thinker in a moment the MAGA brand is increasingly radioactive, is to stage the political equivalent of a fake breakup on Instagram.
