The Man Who Beat Sheila Jackson Lee Adds Insult to Injury with Post-Victory Statement on His Defeated Opponent – IOTW Report

The Man Who Beat Sheila Jackson Lee Adds Insult to Injury with Post-Victory Statement on His Defeated Opponent

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Being a gracious winner is overrated and there’s nothing wrong with being a sore loser.

As far as being a “sore” loser goes, show this writer a “good” loser, and he’ll show you a loser. There’s nothing wrong with letting a loss bug you and eat away at you, especially if it helps provide some much-needed life motivation.

(Society could stand to benefit from quite a bit more of that sort of shame and introspection, but that’s neither here nor there.)

As far as how it’s overrated to be a gracious winner … Look, sportsmanship and decorum obviously have their place in civilized society.

But there are times when tough love — or “tough grace,” if you will — isn’t just recommended, but almost necessary.

Take, for example, the biting victory speech put forth by the new Houston mayor, John Whitmire.

As reported on by the Houston Chronicle, Mayor-elect Whitmire handily beat Sheila Jackson Lee in a landslide win, 64.4 percent to 35.6 percent in a special election Saturday night, and didn’t pull punches when describing his fellow Democrat in a victory speech. More here

15 Comments on The Man Who Beat Sheila Jackson Lee Adds Insult to Injury with Post-Victory Statement on His Defeated Opponent

  1. Well… at least he didn’t say, nor should he or anyone else…
    (pulling tongue out of cheek)

    You vulgar maggot. You worthless bag of filth. You couldn’t pour the piss out of your GUCCI sneakers if the instructions were written on the heel. You are the canker sore that wouldn’t go away. I would rather kiss a rattle snake than be seen with you. You’re a putrescent mass and walking vomit. You are a spineless worm deserving of nothing but the profoundest contempt. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion and a big suck on a sour lemon! You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mental midget richly smeared with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking cow, meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth.

    Did I mention that you stink?

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  2. “…don’t have the time or patience to see grown adults squabbling like children instead of passing legislation TO UNDO THE PREVIOUS LEGISLATION THAT WRECKED ̶t̶o̶ ̶i̶m̶p̶r̶o̶v̶e̶ their lives.

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