Thursday, July 21, 2016

Been watching the Republican Ralley?

I mean, really. I’ve lost some sleep over watching the show on FNC. Last night was a beaut.

Cruz showed his narcissism. I don’t think he will get over losing to one he considers a slovenly bumble brained individual, ever.

His thwarted ambitions to be the FIRST (everything) Hispanic into the White House is becoming an obsession with him. I’m not really sure it is an obsession, I think that is already formed and in place. He is now thrashing about in agony, and facing, in the Senate, the same civilized shunning he has earned and endured during his tenure there.

Small man, big ambitions. He appears capable, given power, of easily becoming a dictator. Not a person of the people.


I once compared Cruz with Batman’s Penguin.  At the time I don’t think I was too gar wrong. But my view point has morphed just a bit. I’ve looked a bit deeper than surface look-a-like.

The inner man is becoming more and more visible.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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