You know who else looks dim? Marco Rubio. Just something about the eyes appears unengaged, timid and wary, as if he's afraid someone is going to ask a question he can't begin to understand. So I suspect we'll see his cards tossed back sooner rather than later. (Yes, I know how he's being hepped now more than ever, but my prediction holds).
Man, how come I'm not getting paid at least a retainer by one of the many orgs sucking mightily at the corporate political election-year teat? I guess they can read it here for free, but precious few do that anyway, and I'll gladly reserve my better judgements for paying clients if it came to that. I don't even watch TV, and damn if I don't get more stuff right than the boys and girls dishing this stew daily. Though, come to think of it, that's probably the problem.
There is something rotten and wrong with a political culture, and in this I include the beltway press in its symbiotic relationship with the former GOP, where patent nitwits like Eric Cantor, Scott Walker, Marco Rubio, Paul Ryan and Ted Cruz gained reputations for being among the smartest guys in town. It is now down to those last two goombahs, and their shelf lives, I am here to say, are mighty short.
Cruz clearly has a kind of mental facility effective in an Ivy League setting, a linguistic calculation that might impress creatures of essentially the same confident and ambitious stripe as himself. But, Jesus, no genuinely intelligent person works to be as widely loathed as that man has. True, useful, intelligence opens avenues of inquiry and understanding, seeks to constantly broaden itself and, though categorical, is fundamentally sympathetic in approach. By all accounts, the natal Canadian is proudly opposed to all of that, and thinks his gimmicky brain is all that's necessary to guide him to the Oval Office. He is, in fact, a dead man walking, something he will discover soon enough; a sudden revelation that will probably be televised. I'm sure there'll be a vine of it I can watch later.