Last Thursday's "debate" featuring Cruz, Kasich, Rubio, and Trump, had the effect of turning off some Republicans who got to watch the remaining four right wing party contenders for the presidency this year yell at each other about nonsense.  Kasich managed to be dignified, although he lapsed when answering the question put to the non-Trump trio, "Will you support Donald Trump if he's the nominee?"
     Kasich acknowledged that he would; Rubio said he would, after having spent the last two weeks acting the part of a lousy insult comic, mocking, for instance, Trump's small hands, implying he has a small penis.  Cruz, in his oily manner, invoked his past "promise" to support the nominee, no matter who that is.  All three, after demonstrating on stage, and for the last several weeks, their clear antipathy for Donald Trump, agreed they'll support him if he's the nominee.  Each of them could've scored points of a different kind and stood out in the news media cycle for the following days if they'd said, "I will not support Donald Trump, for I contend he will make an atrociously bad president and will be a curse on America and the entire world."
     Instead, the three mollified Trump, and in vulgar terms, behaved like pussies, making obeisance to the most obnoxious piece of shit occupying U.S. news airwaves for the past eight months.  
     Today, I watched Trump bellowing at a rally somewhere in Florida.  On Super Tuesday, March 1, he won seven states to Cruz's three and Rubio's one.  Ben Carson wisely dropped out.  Kasich banks on winning his home state, Ohio, an important piece of the pie.  If he loses Ohio to Trump, he's fucked.  If Rubio loses his home state, Florida, to Trump, he's fucked.  Cruz won his home state, Texas, on March 1.  That Ted Cruz, in my opinion, is a more appealing prospect as president than Trump, says much about my contempt for the self-alleged billionaire.  Cruz, himself, is a horrible pseudo-Joe McCarthy; a bullshit artist on a par with Trump but of a different kind--not the type capable of Trump's self-aggrandizement.  Cruz, however, is a skilled politician, the kind of asshole in high school who wins the class presidency and deigns to speak to you like he's your friend, but behind his exterior is a howling wind of nothingness.
     Would you rather be fucked, metaphorically, by Trump or by Cruz?  Would Cruz enjoy some of his popularity if Trump hadn't entered the presidential race?  Cruz seems competent as a statesman compared to Trump because the latter doesn't know anything about statesmanship.  Cruz's rhetoric oozes like peanut butter on hot toast.  Trump's rhetoric is a sock filled with coins repeatedly hitting a baby on the head.
     Trump's rally today was characterized by what seemed to me to be particularly harsh braying by the man.  Amid the boasting, the reveling in the ousting of protestors, the claim he always makes that journalists are "the most disgusting people in the world," an overt violent ethic, cheered on by his idiot supporters, presented itself.  Trump, the more he wins, the more his Republican opponents "suspend" their campaigns, becomes more and more a brute, not disguising it, but baring it glaringly for all to see.  The journalists at the rallies condemned by him should turn off their cameras and microphones, the news organizations should cease covering him.  That's not how it works, though.  Judy never assaults Punch.
     In Trump is a voracious ogre growing bigger daily.  His accession to the nomination, should it happen (it probably will), promises to reveal something Americans seem to want: an asshole telling us what to do--a man with the sensibilities of an ignorant prison guard keeping an eye on his charges, using them as he deems proper.  Fourteen years ago, after 9/11 and the waking of the American vengeance dragon, I thought George W. Bush was the asshole who wanted to tell us what to do.  He lacked the necessary bravado, the Trump we now see who can make the most hateful statements and it doesn't matter.  A leader, imagine this, whose words stir up the worst of Americans' latent evils, but words that also have no consequences against the leader's fortunes in his quest for power.  No wonder the debate on Thursday, brought to you by Fox News, but it could've been any network, had the feel of an argument in a bar at one o'clock in the morning.
     The utter degradation of political discourse in America isn't one of the signs of the Apocalypse, but it is an indication that America has no chance with leaders so incapable of reason and good judgment.  When your toilet breaks down you want a good plumber to fix it.  You don't want someone who's totally unsuited to do the job.  In politics, total inadequacy and appalling incompetence have no negative bearing on candidate suitability.  Donald Trump, America's worst plumber, wants to fix America's toilet, and because words don't matter anymore in the Orwellian nightmare world we live in, enough people on the Republican side of looking at things believe the toilet will work "great again," so long as we surrender our common sense to the man "who can get things done," the man who told Rubio and America at the debate that "there are no problems" with his penis, referring to Rubio's jibe about the small hands.
     Listen up, America: Donald Trump has a tremendous penis.  A vote for him on that basis alone is a good enough reason to commit your mind to performing an insane act when you darken the oval next to his name.

                                                                               Vic Neptune