After this past Friday’s debate with Beto O’Rourke, Ted Cruz’s reputation as a liar remains unblemished.
Beto is Texan’s last chance to redeem ourselves and relinquish our title as a state filled with gun nuts and right-wing extremists.
I’ll give Cruz this; he is forgiving. After Trump called him “Lyin Ted” they patched things up and his new best bud is coming to Texas to save his bacon in the mid-terms.
Cruz’s other friend in low places, Danny Patrick, is joining Trump in the effort.
John Boehner, the former speaker described Cruz best. “Lucifer in the flesh. I have Democrat friends and Republican friends. I get along with almost everyone, but I have never worked with a more miserable son of a bitch in my life.”
In addition to serving in Congress since 2013 and escaping the miserable SOB tag, the contrast between Beto and Cruz couldn’t be more glaring.
Beto is the guy who would fend off the schoolyard bully – Cruz is the schoolyard bully.
Beto is a tall, handsome drink of water.
Cruz is like the short shot of laughing gas that doesn’t work when the dentist does a root canal. The mere sound of Cruz’s voice is enough to invoke fear and hysteria. He sounds like a wound-up tent preacher on helium.
Cruz is Grandpa on the Munsters – Beto is Bradley Cooper in anything.
Beto is Patrón Silver – Cruz is the craft tequila your crazy uncle Louie brewed in a shed in the woods.
Cruz is the guy your mama warned you about – Beto is the guy you’d trust to make your bank deposit for you .
I’ve tried to think of something positive to say about Cruz there surely is something he excels in.
Got it – He is an accomplished, unabashed liar.