I hope you die in a crotch fire. I'll supply the matches.
To every useless, backstabbing clown in the Stupid Party who just demonstrated- again- what lying bastards they are: you get a crotch fire too. And I hope it hurts every second.
Yes, I just found out what my insurance is going up by for next year. Assuming I can work out keeping it. One of those "We just couldn't get it done" assholes shows up in front of me, they're getting a close-up look at the gutter.