I can find examples when Democrats compromised, like with the First Step Act, so this actually checks out pretty well. One side has been more uncompromising than the other.

Thanks for the short history lesson.

The First Step Act is not a refutation of the "McConnell Doctrine"; it is a case study in its limits. It demonstrates that the only bipartisan legislation that could survive under his leadership was a bill that:

Did not challenge core Republican orthodoxy (like taxes or regulation).
Had a conservative-led coalition.
Posed zero threat of dividing his caucus.
Came with the explicit blessing of a Republican president.

For every First Step Act, there were dozens of other bills on issues like infrastructure, immigration, and voting rights that McConnell successfully blocked. The act shows that compromise was not impossible, but it was made possible only under a set of perfect, and highly unusual, political conditions that protected McConnell's primary objective: maintaining unified partisan power.

[Verse 1]
Yo, Capitol’s dark, where the deals fuckin’ stink,
Mitch at the mic, eyes dead, don’t blink.
July ’23, pushin’ bills with corrupt-ass cash,
Reality rips, soul’s fucked in a flash.
Sky’s bleedin’ colors, stars burn to ash,
Ground screams doom, apocalypse crash.
Demonic shits, tendrils twistin’ his brain,
Corruption’s laid bare where the horrors reign.
Greasy handshakes, filibusters kill light,
Oligarchs pull strings in the dead of night.
No words, just visions, fuckin’ up his head,
World’s end in chaos, where the damned are led.
Sees continents sink, skies rainin’ fire,
Mankind’s lost, screamin’ in the void’s dire.
Senate of freaks, just madness, no law,
Rulin’ the end with a demonic claw.
[Chorus]
Mitch got crushed in the abyss, mind took a hit,
Void so damn wild, any man’d lose his shit.
But his brain’s just dust, too fucked to give a damn,
Back in the world, just a shell of a man.
Froze in the void, eyes blank, fuckin’ checked out,
Soul’s cracked wide, apocalypse got clout.
Mitch, you old fuck, you’re dancin’ with doom,
Void’s gonna claim you, seal your tomb.
[Verse 2]
August, Kentucky, he’s back at the game,
Talkin’ re-election, void calls his name.
Freezes again, gone to the black,
Tendrils drag his ass where the stars get cracked.
Sees a senate of shapes, twisted and wrong,
Doomsday’s hymn where the weak don’t belong.
Normal brain’d melt, screamin’ in pain,
Apocalyptic shit’d drive you insane.
But Mitch’s mind? Just sand, slow and dull,
Too damn numb for the void’s fuckin’ pull.
Snaps back, hollow, onlookers stare,
“Man, what the fuck?”—he’s not even there.
Walks the halls, but the end’s got his scent,
Abyss is waitin’ for his final descent.
[Chorus]
Mitch got crushed in the abyss, mind took a hit,
Void so damn wild, any man’d lose his shit.
But his brain’s just dust, too fucked to give a damn,
Back in the world, just a shell of a man.
Froze in the void, eyes blank, fuckin’ checked out,
Soul’s cracked wide, apocalypse got clout.
Mitch, you old fuck, you’re dancin’ with doom,
Void’s gonna claim you, seal your tomb.
[Bridge]
No fuckin’ escape, void’s got him tight,
Tendrils of doom own his soul in the night.
He’s a husk, just a pawn in the game,
Apocalypse waits to burn out his flame.