The hatchet Cruz swung didn’t land in Trump’s back. On the contrary, it glanced off Donald and planted squarely in Lyin’ Ted’s foot. Cruz will forever be hobbled by his swing and miss in the 2016 presidential election, as will the others who notably stood against Trump. These hatchet men (Cruz, Kasich, Rubio, Bush, and ultimately Clinton) will find themselves on the wrong side of history, never to be politically relevant on the national scene again.
I hope you speak true, Mr . Angelo, but my hopes have been dashed before.
Bea Lever
July 23, 2016 8:10 am
Back in the fifties there was a popular wrestler in the south named Gorgeous George who won the matches the majority of the time and the crowds ate it up. He would beat his opponent to a pulp then after the show was over he would go out to get a drink and maybe some dinner with the guy.
The smart people knew wrestling was a show, the lower intels believed very strongly that it was ever so real.
Gorgeous George was a heck of a character who could boost tv ratings through the roof on a Friday night. His hair was the color of tRUMP’s and he wore long chandelier diamond earrings but it was all just show biz.
Yes, really. Trump was a reality TV star and pro-Wrestler before he was a political juggernaut. He uses the showman tricks he learned in WWE to thrill the masses. He is still a biyonnaire and will not be playing golf with Joe-Sixpack anytime soon. His friends will be all the former presidents plus a few NY City bazzillionaires.
Yeah, “pro-wrestling” has always been just a choreographed show. I grew up right outside Charlotte, which was a southern center for rasslin’ as it was called in the ’50s and ’60s. The old stars, Johnny Weaver, Haystacks Calhoun, The Great Bolo ( one of the Assassins team) and others could be spotted around town eating in restaurants and shopping.
Back then there was a saying that no honest bookie would take action on pro wrestling or political campaigns, the inference being that both were just well practiced fakery. Now, though, you can place a bet on political campaigns. Bookmaking ain’t so honest now as it once was.
Anonymous
July 23, 2016 10:02 am
They say if you give a man enough rope he’ll hang himself.
Likewise if you give a man a large enough public platform he’ll show who he truly is.
rhs jr
July 23, 2016 11:44 pm
Or a Harpy…
Bea Lever
July 24, 2016 10:33 am
Let’s put the fake debate format aside this election and have a good old fashioned tag team match with “Team Kainkles” and “Team TrumPence” in a Texas death match to the finish.
Debates are all fluff anyway……
Bea Lever
July 24, 2016 10:46 am
Just imagine in the last rounds Team Kainkles is on the mat gasping last breaths when Bubba Bill Clinton brings in mercs to fire on Team TrumPence. Clintons have never had a problem with body count. Only Bill finds Team TrumPence wore their Kevlar tights and teeshirts. The crowd roars with excitement.
TRump hops the rope and grabs a folding chair and beats Bill and the mercs into a stooper. The crowd chants “Trump….Trump…Trump…Trump” in a frenzy of suspense.
Then after the show, Bubba, Team TrumPence and Team Kainkles all have a catered dinner at Trump Towers with some of their other billionaire friends.
Maggie
But it would sure beat the pants off another round of those non-debates we have to suffer through.
Heck, I would pay money to see Trump beat the shit out of Clinton with a folding chair.
The hatchet Cruz swung didn’t land in Trump’s back. On the contrary, it glanced off Donald and planted squarely in Lyin’ Ted’s foot. Cruz will forever be hobbled by his swing and miss in the 2016 presidential election, as will the others who notably stood against Trump. These hatchet men (Cruz, Kasich, Rubio, Bush, and ultimately Clinton) will find themselves on the wrong side of history, never to be politically relevant on the national scene again.
I hope you speak true, Mr . Angelo, but my hopes have been dashed before.
Back in the fifties there was a popular wrestler in the south named Gorgeous George who won the matches the majority of the time and the crowds ate it up. He would beat his opponent to a pulp then after the show was over he would go out to get a drink and maybe some dinner with the guy.
The smart people knew wrestling was a show, the lower intels believed very strongly that it was ever so real.
Gorgeous George was a heck of a character who could boost tv ratings through the roof on a Friday night. His hair was the color of tRUMP’s and he wore long chandelier diamond earrings but it was all just show biz.
show biz? really?
Yes, really. Trump was a reality TV star and pro-Wrestler before he was a political juggernaut. He uses the showman tricks he learned in WWE to thrill the masses. He is still a biyonnaire and will not be playing golf with Joe-Sixpack anytime soon. His friends will be all the former presidents plus a few NY City bazzillionaires.
Yeah, “pro-wrestling” has always been just a choreographed show. I grew up right outside Charlotte, which was a southern center for rasslin’ as it was called in the ’50s and ’60s. The old stars, Johnny Weaver, Haystacks Calhoun, The Great Bolo ( one of the Assassins team) and others could be spotted around town eating in restaurants and shopping.
Back then there was a saying that no honest bookie would take action on pro wrestling or political campaigns, the inference being that both were just well practiced fakery. Now, though, you can place a bet on political campaigns. Bookmaking ain’t so honest now as it once was.
They say if you give a man enough rope he’ll hang himself.
Likewise if you give a man a large enough public platform he’ll show who he truly is.
Or a Harpy…
Let’s put the fake debate format aside this election and have a good old fashioned tag team match with “Team Kainkles” and “Team TrumPence” in a Texas death match to the finish.
Debates are all fluff anyway……
Just imagine in the last rounds Team Kainkles is on the mat gasping last breaths when Bubba Bill Clinton brings in mercs to fire on Team TrumPence. Clintons have never had a problem with body count. Only Bill finds Team TrumPence wore their Kevlar tights and teeshirts. The crowd roars with excitement.
TRump hops the rope and grabs a folding chair and beats Bill and the mercs into a stooper. The crowd chants “Trump….Trump…Trump…Trump” in a frenzy of suspense.
Then after the show, Bubba, Team TrumPence and Team Kainkles all have a catered dinner at Trump Towers with some of their other billionaire friends.
That disturbing image is far too possible, Bea.
Maggie
But it would sure beat the pants off another round of those non-debates we have to suffer through.
Heck, I would pay money to see Trump beat the shit out of Clinton with a folding chair.