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Right. Itās the singing.
Iām sure thatās the least of what embarrasses her.
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The slightest idea of anything romantic, or affectionate about the guy totally creeps me out.
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Daaaamnā¦ heās got the personal charm of a necrotic mutant porcupine infected rabies, scabies, and demonic heartworms. 
Iām kind of in disbelief he was even able to procreate with a willing partnerā¦ I guess there truly IS someone out there for everyoneā¦ 
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I think ir is kind of sweet really. Hard for me to let Cruz just be a human, a flawed human, but human. He is a carpet bomber. .
I am/was going to write about Ted Cruz calling for carpet bombing. Somethingā¦ But every time I type carpet bombing, tears roll down my cheeks.
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It is the awful photos of carpet bombed Dresden. Dresden had no strategic value. We broke it because we could. It is what Kurt Vonnegut wrote about being there and here:
āThe corpses, most of them in ordinary cellars, were so numerous and represented such a health hazard that they were cremated on huge funeral pyres, or by flamethrowers whose nozzles were thrust into the cellars, without being counted or identified,ā Vonnegut wrote in āFates Worse Than Death.
āAmerica is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, āIt aināt no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.ā It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its wall asking this cruel question: āif youāre so smart, why aināt you rich?ā There will also be an American flag no larger than a childās hand ā glued to a lollipop stick and flying from the cash register.
Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say Napoleonic times. Many novelties have come from America. The most startling of these, a thing without precedent, is a mass of undignified poor. They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.ā - Kurr Vonnegut
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Well its for better and for worseā¦
It is good to know the guy is human but at the same time he is a fairly monstrous one. Not because of this though, this is fine. If corny but many romantic acts are.
Whereās Chuck Barris and his Gong when we need them?
I donāt believe it. To be married to this guy in the first place, youād have to be immune to embarrassment.
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Cruzā existence embarrasses humanity.
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You embarrassed yourself by marrying him, lady, so the singingās a small price to pay.
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And now he is embarrassing all of us with his presidential run!
Go back to Canada!
How romantic ā he serenades his wife with a song that describes scenarios of murder:
Near a cavern, across from a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine
Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling,
Oh my Darling Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine.
CHORUS:
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS:
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
CHORUS:
How I missed her! How I missed her!
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.
CHORUS:
Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
Now heās with his Clementine.
CHORUS:
In the church yard in the canyon
Where the myrtle doth entwine
There grows roses and other posies
Fertilized by Clementine.
Read more: Traditional - Oh My Darling Clementine Lyrics | MetroLyrics
No ā sheās sees the divine She shares his delusions.
He now moved up to shaming her by showing the whole country his ass.