Sooner or later the spoiled brats that got their way from throwing hissy fits and holding their breath have had the patience and that last raw nerve run out from those who've had to give in time after time after time and put up with it. It's inevitable. It's a natural logical course with a logical ending.
So here the rest of us are, not willing to take that crap any more, arms folded, standing around this small group of screaming spoiled brats, eyes rolling, fed up with their childish behavior, watching with disgust while some of them are stomping their feet and shaking their fists in extreme rage, some others are on their backs flailing arms and legs and turning purple from screeching louder than humanly possible, still others making these horrible contorted faces, lips grotesquely pursed while forcefully inhaling and exhaling through flared nostrils and generally making asses and fools of themselves.
Let's see how long it takes for them to quiet down from exhaustion, catch their breath, come back to reality.
Or maybe they'll change their tune when they see their mommies and daddies turn their backs on them and simply walk away.
And yes, I'm referring to those Tea Party legislators who've held the nation hostage time and again to get their way.