Cruz wins Wisconsin. Trump is going to fall short of a majority. And ultimately, I think all three candidates are $#@!ed out of the nomination at the convention floor. What Paul should do, right freaking now, is channel 2010-12. Get on every news station, talk about every major issue, and speak with the same fire in his belly and same angle he did before he decided to ever run for POTUS. Rand is a bridge between the establishment and the conservative base... and If the establishment thinks they can pick someone in the vein of a Romney, or a McCain... the GOP is done. Paul can be their golden key. I hope he sees the opportunity here.
I think you're hoping against hope for something that is a virtual impossibility. If by "better" you mean he has gone from one in 50,000,000 to one in 49,999,999 then I cannot argue.
Once again, we see here someone who has lost sight of the fact that this pony race is scripted (however loosely), rigged, and pure baloney. There is NOTHING here for which to hope, save perhaps the impossibly remote chance that the people of this nation would revolt. Don't bet the farm on that. So long as the Meaner is able to fill his pot-like belly, satisfy his naughty bits, and can maintain whatever lie it is that he closely holds as truth about "freedom" or whatever nonsense it may be that keeps his head from exploding in despair at the truth about his living circumstance, there shall be no revolt. Joey and Janey will continue to believe their own Sacred Lies in order to retain the pretext to which they cling and upon which they base the justification for doing nothing of worth in terms of improving their lots in life. As I have drawn my eyes away from the trees, the forest has come into sharp focus. The human animal has become something whose training I have understood since at least my teenage years. I had until fairly recently, held on to the painfully misguided wish to believe that I was somehow mistaken in my assessment of the presence of that spark that would set men to killing that which had lead them down the garden path into de-facto servitude to other men. Boy was
I ever a dope. Just like the meaner, I wanted what I wanted and believed what I wanted in the impossible hope that one day people would way "ENOUGH!" and shake the vampires from their necks. But as I have been mentioning of late, that will not be forthcoming, short of the "reset event" to which I have also referred.
As things now stand, nothing short of a majorly disruptive event is likely to stir people from their idiot's slumber. 9/11 was such an event, except that it was not nearly large enough. Had 1000 aircraft been hijacked that day and flown into the buildings of every major city of the "first" world, then
perhaps the slumber's spell may have been broken in a meaningful way. But then again, perhaps not, given the timidity to which men are now bred en masse. It appears with every passing day that my more recent assessment of things is correct: the people of this world will never return to a state of survival-worthiness until conditions alter in the way and to the degree that the very ability of the race of men to transition from one day, perhaps even one moment, to the next is immediately threatened in a very clear manner. Given the least pretext upon which to excuse themselves from having to act like men vis-a-vis kept and managed children, men will refuse to lift a finger anymore. Their minds are diseased as with the most insidiously raging cancer of spirit that tells them what they have is better than what they might yet have, were they to man-up and do that which good health demands - and here I mean good spiritual/mental health at least as much as the physical.
The men of this world are in a death-spiral, and I mean this so very literally. Our mean physical health is plummeting. Just look around you at the billion tons of fat waddling around the streets. Is anyone going to dare equivocate to themselves or anyone else that this is actually OK in some way? The physical is driven by the mental, each a reflection of the other. The minds of the average man lies in a terminal condition that is such that it refuses to take the least measures to restore itself to a path which leads to vigorous health, as opposed to its current state of muscle-fueled self-destruction. My eyes at times can barely believe what they behold when it is compared with the vision of that which constitutes a proper state of healthy life. But people want what they want, which are those things that are anathema to physical and mental health. Convenience and petty comfort is more important to us than is freedom, all the beating of our gums to the contrary notwithstanding.
Look around you and see what it out there. We live in a cesspool of mental filth that is so rife with virulent sickness that it has destroyed our bodies as well. I don't give the least damn what example you many parade before my eyes of the hard-bodied bitch who works out and whose thighs could crush my pelvic bones into dust. They, too, will likely die of cancer of some form, the question now being not whether they get it, but when and how many times. I've sat with my wife during chemo. The woman is about to turn 57 and she's built like a brick shithouse still - hard as rock because she works for a living. But she still got it. My auntie Ly - 87 or 88 now, who for a lifetime ate "healthy" LONG before it was fashionable. Full of cancer for years.... in and out of remission, currently back in. My mom, dead in 1966 on 9 December from the ravages of stomach cancer. My beloved sister in 2009, lung cancer. They all took good care of themselves, and still. The point is that we have painted ourselves into a corner - a bad one - where the things we want conflict with life itself, and the chickens are now coming home to roost. Despite this, we continue to equivocate and and make up all manner of nonsense to justify our continued trod down the path which for us is familiar, and therefore comfortable, even though the tap-dance leads us to our own widespread destruction, both mentally and physically. Yeah,
that's a good idea. Even people of a certain general faith that life is the sacred gift of God persist in justifying the rot that leads to genocide. The
hell?
Yeah, I know... another one of my insane, blathering tangents, and why should I even bother... I don't know. I guess I just want to have my pathetic little say on the issue... perhaps I am no less the idiot than the rest of whom I complain, holding out hope where none exists in reality. I guess I just cannot escape the depressing character of it all - to have been so fascinated with mere existence for all of my days, much less with life itself; to see the miracle of it all, the wonder... then to watch us all squander it with cell phones and methamphetamine and jealousy and religious contention and all the other profound marks of illness that besmirch the face of the Divine. Are people so bored with the Incredible that they must contrive and concoct the petty dramas of horror and shame and sadness in which we all now marinate? Truly I am a man bereft of intellect because no matter how long I remain imprisoned on this mad world, this habit of men makes no sense to me in even the least measure. I must be a true simpleton because I can sit all day in the orchard outside the front windows of this house and be happy just to be there among my trees, watching them and wondering how in hell any of this came to be - to witness miracles in everything around me. How does that become mundane so that one becomes moved to create drama that leads to nothing but ruin?
OK, so while I am not in the habit of giving advice to anyone, speaking for myself I would not bother with the game that is afoot in US electoral politics. It is unworthy of my time and consideration. There is nothing good there, unless one's objective is to remain diverted and distracted from the truer nature of that which goes on around him. In that case, please carry on.
