Let me make something crystal clear to members of the press. I didn’t come to Washington to play games. I didn’t come here to pose for the cameras or rub elbows at some swanky Georgetown cocktail party. I came here for one reason only: to represent the good people who live in my walls. Period.
The folks back in my home are angry, and it’s high time I stop being the only one who hears them.
When my constituents in the three inches of space behind my drywall communicate with me through static electricity or the dripping of my faucet, they tell me one thing over and over again: light a post office on fire. Yet when I bring up the issue on the floor, all I get is physically restrained.
Instead of working toward solutions, it seems like everyone in Washington is more interested in silencing the people who can actually speak directly to the founding fathers in their dreams.
Let me remind everyone here, none of this is new. I was extremely transparent about my devoted relationship with the people in my walls on the campaign trail. I said it at town halls. I said it on bodybuilding forums. I said it as I ran unopposed in the Republican primary.
