GRAND SLAM x 7! Trump, Cruz, and Rubio were the heavy hitters last night. Each crushed the ball over the fence and into the smirks of contemptuous intelligentsia eating foie gras in front of their 80” big screen TV’s. Christie and Kasich scored impressively as well. Bush and Carson held their own.
The first stage candidates sparkled. Last night’s debates showcased very serious men describing Obama’s ruin of our nation, and the candidates’ solutions to reverse the self-destruction.
Reagan Democrats were treated to the genuine populist pronouncements, but genuine nonetheless, and realistic. Rhetoric soared. Trump even used several difficult-to-spell words. Even more inspiring, was Trump’s impassioned soliloquy defending New York City values (rebuff to Cruz) reversing Cruz upon Cruz. Trump actually spoke at length in complete sentences.
It did not hurt that all the candidates were draped in conservative dark suits and fashionable ties. Nevertheless, the pride of the Republican Party could not help but shame the diversity crowd, pressing into their retinas the spectacle of seven Republicans the very definition of diversity: One black man, two Hispanics, one very overweight man, and a white guy.
It is true the candidates made deprecating remarks about the others, but this time they did it with inclusive humor. Also, they joined to direct their most vitriolic rhetoric toward the true villains in our national tragicomedy: Obama, Hillary, and the Democrat Party.
And the candidates were fun, light-hearted, yet sincere of purpose, and articulate about their particular versions of the Conservative brand, the only brand capable of saving us if we can yet be saved.
Any Conservative watching the debates last night came away proud, hopeful, and entertained. No longer must we Conservatives “choose between two lovers,” or among seven. Any of these men would be marvelous in the White House.
It is depressing we must accept we cannot have seven Presidents simultaneously.
We do have seven first string athletes, however. And we are safe – finally. No matter what happens to any individual candidate (suggested by paranoid fantasies of a post-convention candidate being assassinated), we have an embarrassment of riches on our packed bench of first-stringers.
Any of these amazing men can best Hillary, Sanders, or any Democrat. “The Boys are Back in Town.” We are so blessed. An America hunkered down for almost eight years can now inch its way out of the storm cellar and into the warmth of a legitimate reason for great expectations.
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