In only one day after the government reopens we find Ted Cruz, once again trying to inflame his ever decreasing hordes of fans over the idea of updating our woefully inept immigration system, so as to create another page in in his overacted, nauseating time in the limelight script. Arriving as he did, a twentytweener, he placed himself in a position to burst out as the next political fad once we entered the twenty teens, determined to acquire the world control he fantasizes about.
I seriously believe his mother watched daily slop operas while she was pregnant with him and while he was a small child. During that time he learned the ins and outs of plot twist and deceptive language, as well as dramatic license and intensive training in the art of vocal sleight-of-hand, all to use as he grew up in wealth and privilege, leaving most around him charmed by his act. Spoiled, arrogant, and emotionally immature, he became as we see him today, an out of touch adult who remains a disappointed child, acting out his delusional script to to his small, enthralled audience.
His Drama Queen Diva mentality would go over great as a character portrayed in the daily slop opera, "Washington - The Dung and the Breastless". With his feigned attitude that everything is HIGH DRAMA (written into his daily script, of course), he leads the lemmings off the cliff of intelligence to fall into the spiked pit of exaggerated brainlessness, where the miasma emanating off the corpses of their perished souls cleanses them of any common sense or compassion within the remaining fleshy husks of their beings.
In only the few years since his arrival within the cast of players, he has acquired not only a small gang of followers within the group, but also a minor faction of the country who hang upon his every word. His particular brand of vocal narcissistic selfishness appeals to their need for contiuous self-created dramatic turmoil to replace the boredom of their everyday lives.
Like a televangelist huckster he plays to their feelings of insecurity and frustration, warping his words to encourage nihilistic hatred and anger at any perceived difference in all of those around them. Using their bigotry and fear he prods them to extreme partisan words and actions. Diverting them with hyperbole and phony religious devoutness, he exploits their superstitions to espouse a narrow, egotistical dogma that fascinates their belief into actions that go against their own instincts of survival.
Like the classic Diva in a daytime drama, no time spent in front of the camera is without its required tricks of heightened urgency, deception, and melodrama. The Koch brother funded sponsors cryptically placed ads sell everything from phobia to blatant pandering. All the while, the deluded and ignorant groupies pant and drool for more, selling off their humanity to tithe to their new found messiah.
And we, the masses who are not distracted by the sideshow that is Rafael E. Cruz, stand by, our chins bouncing off the floor in disbelief at the gullibility of his cheering section. We watch as the dwindling batch of lemmings again jump off that cliff into ignorance and illusion. We shake our heads at the notion of how uneducated that portion of our society truly is. And then we walk away from today's segment of the ever continuing drama of Ted Cruz.
And as I leave to take up my daily tasks once again, in my mind I hear Carly Simon's ever so appropriate words, complete with music, "...you"re so vain, you probably think this song is about you..."
I think I'm looking forward to the 20teens being over...