I certainly am no pretty boy. Not a hunk. Not particularly nice or talented. Not Pope Francis, but not Dick Cheney either. [I have attached a photo to make my case]
I also lead a ‘sheltered’ life—no TV, for many decades. I know who all the players are, but my impression of them isn’t shaped by the boob-tube in 15-second clips. I read on-line articles, newspapers, sites, such as DailyKos.
President Obama has always impressed me, even as a junior senator. Bernie and Hillary both are impressive people—accomplished, intelligent, sober thinkers.
Ted Cruz gives me the Creeps. I’m not sure why. There simply is something about him—not just his beady eyes and Grandpa-Munster smile—his voice, his bearing, his demeanor. He has the cold eyes of a shark; the persona of a being who must feed off the blood of other smaller, weaker creatures to survive.
The videos of Ted Cruz, lying about Planned Parenthood, about President Obama—about everything and anything—have me wondering if he can see his reflection in a mirror.
I don’t know if this makes sense. I just know that we must all wish that Ted Cruz is not the GOP nominee, on the odd possibility that this eschatological nightmare might actually end up with his tentacles on The Button.