I have to keep finding reasons to be hopeful about the Republican Primary this year. At the moment, the race looks to be shaping up into a situation where two talented Cuban senators will cancel each other's bids and leave the nomination in the lap of a man who should be the dictator of a third world country.
Oh, and the other option in the General will be either a criminal or a socialist.
The man of the hour, in my opinion, is Jeb Bush. Accepting that he will not be the nominee, he has bowed out for the greater good. If his followers have any sense, they will uniformly flock to Marco Rubio.
I have to admit, I understand the stalemate that the anti-Trumpers out there are enduring. Ted Cruz and Marco Rubio are so similar that it's hard to decide between them. We don't want to decide between them; two such talented conservatives shouldn't be fighting each other. Ultimately, I want one of them to win the nomination and the other one to be veep. It would be a like a conservative version of Clinton/Gore: two young guns, both christened by a grassroots movement of the party, galloping off to Washington to bring their vision of a better America to birth. Why can't we just have them both, and conquer Trump in a matter of days?
The fact remains that if we continue to have them both, we will have neither. Unless something turns the tide against one of them, and the victor capitalizes on his strength, we will have a nominee who is essentially a natural slave.
I want to go on record as saying that, if it came down to a decision between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, I honestly think that I would vote for the criminal just to spite the bigot billionaire. I think that, by then, I would be so consumed by fury and disgust that I would do anything possible to keep the Donald from the White House, just out of hatred.
That's the bitterest irony of the whole cycle: I am the victim of two conflicting threads of schadenfreude. I pray that I will not be put to the test.
On the one hand, like I said, I would do almost anything to keep the Little Tyrant from power. I hate everything he represents almost as much as I hate his religious self-obsession, and I would probably leave the Republican Party before I accepted him as the nominee. In fact, I think I would "burn it all to the ground" rather than accept the fact that the American people want him as their leader.
On the other hand, I realized a few weeks ago that I would have to go to Confession if Hillary Clinton were indicted for her obvious criminality as Secretary of State. The thought of her entire candidacy going down in flames, of Hillary and Bill prideful and unapologetic to the last, even when she was first photographed in the orange jumpsuit that she has deserved for so long, of the Democratic Party in chaos, led by an unhinged Socialist orator who has never made a difference in the Senate... well, it was enough to make me dance with glee. Uncharitable glee, you know, which is why I'd have to try hard to feel contrite enough to get shrived.
I have to say, it's hard to choose between the two. If both can be accomplished - if somehow the Little Tyrant can be brought down, shattered on the rocks of his own colossal pomposity, AND Hillary can be shipped off to prison - then I will be one happy member of the electorate. I will vote for a Cuban in the General and hope we keep the Senate.
If neither of those things happen, then I will prepare for a political Lent that will probably stretch for another two electoral cycles.
Please Lord, let one of the Cubans let the other win.
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