Knockout. In a boxing or MMA match that’s usually the definitive moment. Iowa delivered some surprises Monday. One was Sanders coming on as strong as he did, but the main event was the Cruz/Trump event. I was mesmerized by the crowds at the Trump rallies, and frankly began to wonder why Ted Cruz was running at all. Trump was so confident he told Fox to shove it, doing his own show instead, and left Iowa early. Blame it all on his roots, Ted showed up in boots, and ruined Trump’s black tie affair!
Ok, let’s get to the crotch of this. That’s not a typo, it’s where Ted Cruz kicked Donald Trump Monday! The logic seemed to follow the theory that if you can make a billion dollars then you can run a country. Shucks folks, El Chapo can make a billion dollars. C’mon! As much as we don’t like it, politics is a vocation. Playing the crowd, and working the polls are two different things, and I’m not talking about opinion polls of people who may, or may not vote, I’m talking about people who actually get up and go and vote! Two different critters.
I love it when Trump talks about bombing the Arabs off the map, building the “Trump Wall” on the border, and booting all the Muslims out of the country, but do you really want that guy with his finger on the trigger? Ted Cruz is a master debater, and more than that, he’s a politician! I know that’s a bad word, but hey, we need proctologists, too, ok? He judged, worked, and played the numbers. The right numbers, not the media event.
Of course people will show up in a stadium to see Donald Trump. They’d show up to see Osama bin Laden, that’s just how people are. Everybody wants to get next to a “happening” guy. But, they don’t vote for him. While Trump was playing the crowd, Cruz was playing the numbers, and let’s be up front, Ted Cruz is a Senator! He’s done this before. An underdog who surprised almost everyone, and he surprised everyone but himself on Monday!
So, what’s a Donald to do? Well, he’s not going just dry up and blow away, the man’s a winner. One loss in a game he’s never played before is not going to give Donald Trump PTSD. He’ll hit the other primaries, and let’s look at this as it really is. Trump has drawn interest, if not votes, to issues that we’ve all got to address. We really do have to tighten up the immigration. Islam really is infected with the craziest pricks we’ve seen in a thousand years, and someone really should drop a few nukes on some camels to get the attention of the Middle East. Donald Trump has now made his mark. Ben Franklin never won the presidency either.
And now for the lighter side. In America we have to have a two party system. I mean someone has to run against someone to make it all at least look democratic. Therefore we have the Democrats. Hilliary and Bernie. That race was so corrupt they ended up in some kitchen somewhere flipping a quarter to see who won. They got the quarter from Bill so Hilliary won six out of six, go figure. Hillary won by the skin of her teeth, but no matter, everybody was watching Ted Cruz anyway. The funny thing is that she thinks she’s a powerhouse. This idiot is two horse lengths ahead of the posse and she’s galloping along like she has good sense.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin


I’m a Male, Chauvinist Pig

I am a male, Chauvinist pig. I want to put that out there right up front. I’ve been married six times. In Texas you are allowed seven marriage licenses. That means I have one tag left on my “Dear” license, so I’d better make this last one count. My issue is that I have difficulty maintaining a long term relationship with a woman. Oh, I get along great for about two minutes, come to think of it, that may be the problem. I’ve married everything from a New York Jew to an Arapaho. My mind is set in stone. I try to conform to Austin standards, and look only into women’s eyes, but it’s no use. Some girl walks up in a sun top, and jeans, and my mind digresses. Good news for womankind is that I’m getting to old to do anything. These days women are like the old Chief Dan George line: Candy not for eating, just for looking through. So now that you know my ideas you can only imagine what I think about Megyn Kelly.
Donald Trump mounted the stage for the first debate, and Kelly drew a bead on him. Did she ask his ideas on health care, foreign policy, the weather? Heck no! She was all pent up about some fat chick he poked fun at some time back. That was the understanding of Megyn Kelly’s politics. I’ll be honest, the only reason I watched that first debate was in the hope that she would drop something and reach over to pick it up.
It’s not all her fault. I’ve noticed that a lot of shows have the obligatory “hottie.” Even The Young Turks seems to always have some “bubble headed bleach blonde” expressing whatever “views” are pumped into her head for the ratings therein. Shucks, the The History Channel! Take any segment. It can be about King Tut. You will invariably see “Dr.” So and So, compete with khaki shorts, and her shirt tied up to her navel, and you’re supposed to be analyzing the embalming processes of ancient Egypt. Pardon me, I wasn’t looking at King Tut’s legs. I have had a thing for Nefertiti, though.
So it is with Megyn Kelly. Now, I’m not totally out in left field here. Please Google Megyn’s contribution to journalism. To begin with she’s employed by the Main Stream Media. You know the Main Stream Media. Ignore the droves of illegal immigrants streaming into the country, but giving Kim Kordasian lead story every time she passes gas. Yeah, that Kordasian! Qualifications are the same. So, the Fox News Network throws Kelly at Trump with a bimbo question. Pin up gets into a lame brained debate with a billionaire real estate mogul. Guess that’s why they call it the “Fox” News Network. Donald’s only problem is that he is rich enough to say what he thinks. Megyn says what they think. She will parrot whatever her handlers tell her to. In my opinion this woman has never had an original thought in her life. Her views on politics? I’m still checking the New York Times best seller list.
My mother told me that if I ever disrespected a decent woman she’d beat me in the head with an iron skillet. I think I’m safe here. The public believes whatever is on the front page of People Magazine at the supermarket during checkout. I saw a headline yesterday. There was a picture of Megyn Kelly with the line Trump Meets His Match. I suppose. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. . . I’m a male, Chauvinist Pig.
Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin