Via Steve Schmidt's Twitter feed.
Even the shallowest breath seemed to make a noise in the basement hideaway, there beneath the Rayburn Building, where the Q Caucus huddled in fear. How had it come to this? The thousand year dream that took root as the escalator descended in Midtown Manhattan was crumbling. They were surrounded and expecting the knock on the door. They prayed it would not be Pelosi’s Gazpacho. Their prayers would go unheard.
The End.
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