CRUZ HECKLER SAYS WHAT WE'RE ALL THINKING
Ted Cruz's Main Street Problem Is On Full Display
He's visibly rattled as the clip starts. Ted's bent-metal smile gives him away: who picks the tax code as the subject matter of a rally speech in the middle of an Indiana cornfield for crying out loud?
It's Ted Cruz's worst nightmare. Not only has some hayseed crashed the clinical corporate script, he's a heckler for God's sake. And he's yelling--wildly. The nerve of that, that... moonshine drinker, challenging a former U.S. Supreme Court clerk like this. Where are those DHS goons when you need them?
The yelling fades after an echo or two, but it's too late. The cornfield heckler has invaded Ted Cruz's important head and smeared himself all across the Canadian's grim jaw. Get ahold of yourself and shame this man!
Ted surveys the assembly trying to pick out the lawless face. His exaggerated pause makes a confrontation inevitable. But a sneering invitation to converse when you're about to shit your dry-cleaned jeans is not the right move, as Ted Cruz is about to find out.
Three blunt words from the cornfield heckler are devastating. Ted's abject concession of defeat is satisfying. And thus the corporate globalist Republican carnival continues its painful existence.