Ted Cruz And Company

Well, I guess Ted Cruz is going to be the next president.  He is, after all, the only one running.  Sounds like the board for our coop  --  three vacancies needed filling  --  three people accepted their nominations.  I hope nobody bothered to go vote.  The results were a "no brainer".


The heir apparent to the Democratic nomination just can't quite make up her mind.  To be a grandmother, or to be a president?  To dote on children, or to take a job?  Most of us can do both, but then she is called American Royalty these days.  Don't Royals have all kinds of people to wait on them hand and foot?


Don't get me wrong!  I think it's way past time for a woman president  --  generations past.  I also think she's the most qualified woman at this time.  She's highly educated, experienced in international affairs, and just plain smart.  She's even experienced dealing with Republican character assassination.  I wish she'd declare and get on with it before she gets on my last nerve.  So what's with this prima donna thing?  Well, who would want to climb into the ring with all those snorting, stamping bulls  --  or bull s'ers?


She's waited so long now, that the unknowns (to most of us) are beginning to think they have a chance.  And Vice President Biden is flirting with the idea, but he stands politely in the wings waiting for the cue to be or not to be.


In the meantime, Cruz is cruising around collecting up all the donor dollars.  This Latino white boy, born in Canada, is just sure he's the one.  He even starred in the remake of Mr. Smith Goes To Washington.  Wasn't that sweet when he took time out to read a bedtime story to his kids?  If the heir apparent runs and wins, maybe Chelsea can call on him to babysit sometimes. 


Our media experts can't wait for the show to begin.  George Stephanopoulis of This Week exudes an excitement over the race that energizes members of all parties.  Then, on election night as the results come in, Scott Pelly of CBS is always at his best. 


It's a "great time" of the season and its time has come.  Let's get those hats in the ring now and get those cards and letters (with donor dollars) coming in . . . and let the games begin.  I need more fodder for my blogs.  I'm running out of metaphors I can mix and clichés to use for fillers.