In the history of the United States of America, legislators have called on their own histories of tragedy as inspiration to create legislation and change the country for the better. But none of their stories such as John McCain’s years in a POW camp or FDR’s paralysis compare to the recently revealed horror that regularly filled Democrat representative Jim McDermott’s childhood.

It turns out that Democratic congressman Jim McDermott had to give up his bedroom as a child to his grandmother for a few months a year as she stayed with the family. How did little Jimmy soldier on after losing his room for a few months will be a mystery for historians to sort out. Our role is to stand in awe of the perseverance of little Jimmy.

So he’s now committed his life to ensuring that the government spends billions and billions of taxpayer money so that families don’t have to care for elderly family members. Thank goodness families nowadays will never have to suffer the scourge of old people staying in their homes and sleeping in their beds spreading their old people ickiness.

So successful has he been that he bragged in an interview recently that he and his brothers and sisters did absolutely nothing to help his parents as they aged. That, my friends, is a victory. A testament to a legislator’s greatness.

Read for yourself McDermott’s own words as he recounts his tale of woe in a recent interview. Tear jerker alert. Have tissues as the ready:

“When I grew up, my grandmother had four daughters, and she spent three months with each one of them. And she had no Medicare, she had no Social Security. And she lived with her daughters. And we took care of her. I mean, I got thrown out of my bedroom. My bedroom became grandma’s bedroom, I slept on the couch in the living room, because that’s the way families took care of their seniors before 1964.

“Now we have a Medicare program, where my father — and my father lived to 93, my mother to 97 — and my brothers and sisters and I did nothing for them, except pay their taxes.

A life well lived, my friends. His parents who cared for their parents had children who didn’t do anything for them. That’s progress folks. Progress.