Monday, February, 29, 2016 – LEAP YEAR! The Eve of Super Tuesday! Will Trump Take Texas Tomorrow? FRUITCAKES!
I was reading a FB question from one of my former McC students who started a strand “Will Trump Take Texas Tomorrow?” The emoticons did not come across. Only four small rectangles – or maybe that was the emoticons representing a wall of some sort.
My first response – Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! If he does I will be coming to live near you – in Geneva, Switzerland! Second response – No – going to the island of St. Rolene to live near Rhonda.
And now to answer your question Stacy – NOTE: This is only a prediction and not an endorsement for any candidate.
Senator Ted Cruz will take Texas, but not by a significant percentage. Texas Governor Greg Abbott endorsed Cruz even though he cannot name any legislation written, sponsored, endorsed, blocked, filibustered, etc. by the Senator.
At the national level …
Donald Trump will splinter the GOP. Certain demographics will not vote or will vote for the least crazy (I use the term loosely) candidate. Hillary Clinton will win. No one will be happy.
Whoever your candidate is or whatever your causes and beliefs are – VOTE!
From the great 20th Century philosopher, Jimmy Buffet – “I don’t want other people thinking for me! I WANT MY JUNIOR MINTS!!!”
“WE NEED PEOPLE THAT CARE!! I AM MAD AS HELL!”
Have a very fruitful day!
[Chorus:] Fruitcakes in the kitchen Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin’ naked through the cross walk In the middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven Half baked people on the bus
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise – Lost and found Paradise – take a look around I was out in California Where I hear they have it all They got riots, fires and mud slides They got sushi in the mall Water bars and Brontosaurs Chinese modern lust Shake and bake life with the quake The secret’s in the crust [Chorus]
The government – We lost our Martian rocket ship The high paid spokesman said Looks like that silly rocket ship Has lost it’s cone-shaped head We spent ninety jillion dollars Tryin’ to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter Ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy Fruitcakes on the Earth Strut naked towards eternity We’ve been that way since birth Half baked cookies in the oven Half baked people on the bus There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Religion, religion. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Where’s the church, who took the steeple Religion’s in the hands of some crazy ass people Television preachers with bad hair and dimples The God’s honest truth is it’s not that simple
It’s the Buddhist in you, it’s the pagan in me It’s the Muslim in him, she’s Catholic ain’t she? It’s that born again look, it’s the wasp and the Jew Tell me what’s goin on, I ain’t got a clue
Here come the big ones – Relationships – We all got ’em, we all want ’em. What do we do with’em? Here we go I’ll tell ya She said you’ve got to do your fair share Now cough up half the rent I treat my body like a temple You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug That’s the difference between lightning And a harmless lightning bug
Fruitcakes in the kitchen Fruitcakes on the street Struttin’ naked through the cross walk In the middle of the week Half baked cookies in the oven Half baked people on the bus There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
The future, Captain’s log, Star date 2000 and somethin’ We’re seven years from the millennium That’s a science fiction fact Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal Now don’t look that abstract
So I’ll put on my Bob Marley tape And practice what I preach Get Ja lost in the reggae mon As I walk along the beach Stay in touch with my insanity Really is the only way It’s a jungle out there kiddies Have a very fruitful day