What we are witnessing in Ted Cruz, this past week and especially today, is a very public breakdown. I've often wondered how it was affecting him when 10, 15, 20,000 people attending a Trump rally would spontaneously chant "Lyin' Ted, Lyin' Ted" in response to the very mention of his name. And I've often wondered how Cruz felt when Trump would go on to list chapter and verse how Lyin' Ted earned the branding.
How it felt for him to be shunned by evangelicals across state after state after state. Cruz ... the very one whose wife received God's message that this is his time to run and his time to save the world.
I've wondered how Cruz has felt to have exposed for all to see the truth that no one, from college roommates to Congressional colleagues like him--at all, that no colleague wants to work with him, that no colleague trusts him.
Now we know. He has lost his political radar and his tether to reality. He has shattered. Whatever happens in this primary season, Ted Cruz's recovery will be long and private. And, hopefully far away from Washington, DC.
Oh, and BTW, Trump didn't write the story about Rafael Sr. Trump didn't publish the pictures of Rafael Sr. with Oswald. Trump said he had no idea if the story is true or not. All true.
The serial-philandering, thrice-married, daughter-lusting, MLM-deceiving, women-despising, Hispanic-demeaning, conspiracy-mongering, foul-mouthing, violence-inspiring, abortion-loving, gun-banning, Clinton-Foundation-donating, Democrat-supporting, tiny-handing, war-criming, H1-B espousing, touchback-amnesty-promoting, rodeo-clown-hairing meat sack who is about to become the nominee has attained his apex.
Trump, as he usually does, touts a phony story and his throne-sniffing sycophants like Hannity twist themselves into pretzels justifying it as, well, "he didn't write it" or "I don't know if it's true or not."
Cruz deserves where he is today because he spent six months kissing Trump's wrinkled ass insteading of beating him over the head like he's doing now. He was a coward and reaped what he sowed.
So will your boy. You just wait.