Bye Bye Liz Cheney….so you got bucked off your horse before the race started. It is kind of strange that you chose a horse named Karma.

Well, you just climb down off that high horse, collect your things from the “Don’t Come Back Saloon” and hit the trail.

Wyomingites like you less than store-bought beef jerky.

Off you go. Run on home to Daddy.

Run fast…before more of those Republican Bridges that you burned become impossible to cross.