Originally read live at The Paper Machete in Chicago on April 30th, 2016.
Presidential hopeful Ted Cruz has been hot, hot news this week—which is the first time the words “Ted Cruz” and “hot” have been used in the same sentence.
This week the Texas Senator and possible Zodiac Killer has been making all sorts of hopeless attempts to steal the delegate lead, and even more hopeless attempts to appear likable. Cruz even released a video of him a little-too-excitedly doing impressions of Simpsons characters, which were so hard to watch it made Simpsons Season 24 look like "Marge Vs The Monorail."
In a bland attempt to write and direct his own “Whitehouse of Horror,” Ted Cruz has teamed up with the less-evil-by-comparison John Kasich. In order to keep Donald Trump from winning the 1,237 delegates needed to clinch the nomination, these two dweebs are being forced to work together for…well, not the greater “good,” but the greater “less-apocalyptic .”
Despicable as these two are, it’s always good to see two unlikely friends team up to stop a force more monstrous, more evil, and more orange than themselves. As a country, we are now lucky enough to watch the most boring remake of Rush Hour ever.
At this point, though, these two goons are so far behind the frontrunner, their collaboration is like two dudes in a horse costume trying to win a race against an actual horse. And they’re both the ass part of the costume.
The CEO of Trump Steaks called their alliance “weak” and “pathetic,” and don’t you hate it when he’s actually right about something?
Cruz and Kasich are acting like this team-up is going to help each of them, but their plan is easier to see through than Trump’s hair. Donald has called their team-up a “collusion,” but it’s more like a “collision” because they don’t actually know how to help other people. Kasich agreed to pull out of Indiana to give Cruz a head-to-head shot against Trump, before firing a bullet into his partnership's collective foot by suggesting that Indiana voters cast his name anyway, saying “I don’t see this is as any big deal.” In Pennsylvania the Ohio Governor and half-basset hound became agitated at a reporter’s suggestion that the unity reflected desperation:
“Me? No, I’m not desperate—are you?” he asked the reporter.
Well, whatever desperation Kasich doesn’t have, Cruz has more than made up for it.
Just days after the pact was formed, the friendship looked to be a lemon, and so Cruz went ahead and announced his Vice President, because you know the old adage: "Give the people what they didn't ask for!" It’s a pretty last-ditch publicity stunt: Cruz picking a VP is like Vin Diesel writing an Oscar Acceptance Speech. Surprisingly, his VP is not 50 cans of soup in a trench coat, and instead is Carly Fiorina, AKA Ann Coulter Lite. That's right, Ted picked a woman, so you know he's desperate, because he hates women. It's probably the only thing he and Carly have in common.
After the announcement, Cruz said, “Over and over again Carly has shattered glass ceilings.” And if this is true, Cruz would know, as he’s worked tirelessly to put them there.
Together they’re going to try to stop Trump, and also learn how to make normal, likable human faces. They have an equal chance of accomplishing either.
It's a primary Hail Mary: Cruz has no nomination, he has no lead, but he has a running mate. You get the feeling that Ted Cruz just wants friends at this point. Which makes sense, because no one really likes him. Not republicans, not his daughters, not anybody.
Ex-Speaker and forever-Bronzed John Boehner called Cruz "Lucifer in the flesh," which is very insulting to Lucifer.
Super-virgin, Lindsey Graham of South Carolina, compared electing Trump or Cruz to being “shot or poisoned,” respectively, and clarified after reluctantly throwing support behind Cruz that, “you might find an antidote for poisoning.”
Cruz would agree that a President Trump would be akin to being shot in the head, but if his plan works, it’s Cruz’s weird melted rubber mask face that may wind up taking the bullet.
Even Cruz at this point knows he isn't going to snatch up the most delegates, so this is all a desperate attempt to keep Trump from getting enough delegates, so that a contested convention can happen. A contested convention occurs when no candidate cannot lock up the necessary number of delegates in time to pick a presidential nominee, or when a candidate has the majority of delegates but their rivals just wont take a hint and back down.
So if no Republican claims 1,237 delegates, chaos is unleashed. Well, possibly. All delegates will arrive for the voting, many bound to a candidate, but only for the first vote. So if after one round of voting, still no Republican is agreed upon, many delegates will become unbound, and can cast whichever name they want, round after round, until Anybody McGoodEnough is determined. The record is 103 rounds of voting, which took place by the democrats in 1924.
So that's what the Cruz/Kasich tandem of nonsense is all about; that's what Carly Fiorina humiliating herself in song at a rally is all about: trying to keep states from Trumpeting, so delegates at the convention can become unbound to Trump after a round or two of voting, and select anyone else as the nominee. But despite Cruz's best efforts, this person is not going to be him. Everyone hates him. Cruz has no chance. Best case scenario for Ted is his scheme works, which renders him just a footnote in history. Sadly, or luckily, we all realize this, but it’s uncertain if he does.
Good thing too: or he might not be trying. A contested convention is bad for Trump, and almost certainly good for Democrats. So while most people don’t like “Lucifer in the Flesh,” you’ve gotta admit: he’s doing the Dark Lord’s work.