There is a large segment of the population, thankfully, who react to Cruz in the same way one instinctively reacts to a scary reptile.
How is it some people don't see this guy's oily snake-like reptilian-ness?
A face that somehow causes a visceral urge to punch it. The pitchy voice that sounds like somehow the voice change process got halted part way through his teen age years.
And then there is the dumb stuff that comes out of this Canadian's mouth. All spoken in a phony bad actor method of delivery.
I don't know how the ill-fated Cruz candidacy survived his ridiculous Simpson's audition. Or that even more embarrassing, long video of Cruz and family making political ads, with the most damning segment being Cruz sitting next to his mom, telling the camera that his mom prays for him, for hours, everyday, with the look on his mom's face of utter astonishment at the lying nonsense coming out of her creepy son's mouth.
And yet there he was, last night, back on America's TV screens, causing the skin to crawl of a large segment of the world's population.
I am even more appalled by the Great Orange Pumpkin than I am by Ted Cruz, but if I was Donald Trump I would not want someone like Ted Cruz to endorse me, in fact, I would prefer he didn't.
Republican Party unity be damned....
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