This weekend, hours before voters have their say in the GOP Super Tuesday primaries, Senator Marco Rubio took to the stump, waging all out War! on The Donald. There was the usual “He’s a liar…a con man…a liar…a con man…a liar…and you know what they say about a man with small hands, doncha?”
Pausing to take a drink of water and wait for the appreciative laughter, he finished: “It means he can’t be trusted!”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m a married woman of a certain age and that’s what I’ve always thought that joke meant, too. Didn’t you? Get your minds out of the gutter! Jeeze.
Jokes about Donald Trump’s hair and hands, whispers about his taxes, ties to the KKK, mafia and who knows what all, won’t work. Why? Because no one else is Donald J. Trump — and that’s all there is to it. It’s precisely because these busted canards are the old tried and true KO’s they’ve been in elections past that render them impotent.
Trump is not them, they are not Trump. For all the highly-compensated campaign consultants the RNC, the established GOP, the Big Money oppo, and the other candidates cannot get a toehold. This is one of the “…because sometimes you won’t”, warned by Dr. Seuss in “Oh, The Places You’ll Go.” One of the places Rubio won’t be going is the winner’s circle on Super Tuesday. And except for an expected win — though who knows how many delegates out of his home state of Texas — Senator Cruz will be joining his junior senator collaborator outside that circle. Now, what were you saying about the size of his hands?
How is Trump, Trump? Hint: You’ll have to think way outside the box.