Trump vs. Cruz

From the debate I watched featuring Trump and Cruz, both chasing after the highest position in the land, I could tell you a couple of things. One. Trump is a winner, even if he appears to be fading in the polls, as the cries of Cruz would have us believe. Two. Cruz is making wild accusations that are simply not true, doing nothing but make himself look foolish and Trump looking even more like a monster truck laughing at a moped. I started into this debate hoping to see Trump as the stereotypical blowhard wildman the media portrays him as. I wanted a freak show, and I even had flavored butter for my popcorn this time. But I was more than disappointed, I was inspired. Here is a man that knows how to work a crowd and make his opponent into a laughing stock. He may appear, at first glance, to be a wildcard looking for attention, and even a dangerous political catastrophe waiting to happen. But that is exactly what I am looking for in a president. He’s a dominant force that crushes petty bickering with a loud, obnoxious, and explosive power. Consider the power of the oval office for a moment. What is the most important piece of that hallowed position? It’s a face for the nation. Cruz? Cruz as a president would make me laugh, but not in a funny way.  He’s the desperate gambler hoping for the big win to pay off his loan shark. He’s the schoolyard bully in 3rd grade who got held back twice because he’d rather be a dumbass than a smart one. Trump? He’s the loan shark. He’s the smartass who stumped the bully and told on him to the teacher. Trump dominates. I would be laughing at Trump as our president because he’s so out of character among the recent line of comparatively  flaccid presidents we’ve grown accustomed to. He’s a man to be feared by his enemies and loved by his nation, just like some of our former giants that held the office. Giants that scared the living crap out of rival countries to such a degree that they were feared as individuals more than the combined might of the military they commanded. So, I’m putting away my popcorn and breaking out the fire grilled T-bone steak. If I want to have a silly snack again, maybe I’ll pay attention to Cruz. But I’m hungry for something more worthwhile. I think you are too.