I must admit that
Thursday night’s debate from Houston was one helluva barn burner. Normally, as I dutifully watch these things,
I find myself nodding off. Not so this
time. With Jeb out of the picture the
war of words between Rubio, Trump and Cruz was brutal.
I’m still trying to
decide who will get my vote. I have a
few days left before the window on early voting closes and I want to beat the
rush because I’m a billionaire recluse and don’t like being among the great
unwashed.
Marco Robot transformed
himself into Master Blaster from Mad Max
Beyond Thunderdome. It’s fair to say
that Trump’s heavy application of orange spray tan made him remarkably
thin-skinned for this debate..
For the last 7 months
Trump has repeated the same phrases ad nauseum.
He touts what he will do when he is president but fails to give
details. The only thing I’ve noticed he
changes from stump speech to stump speech is the placard on the front of the
podium at which he speaks indicating the city in which the speech is being
held.
Up to now, the
debates have been an exercise in futility for Cruz and Rubio, but on this night
their combination one-two punch found its mark.
The chink in Donald’s armor was revealed.
