Charles Hurt - Page 9

Mere weeks ago, Sen. Ted Cruz of Texas pressured Ohio Gov. John Kasich to get out of the race for the Republican nomination because he had no mathematical chance of winning.

Because, apparently, one high-tech lynching wasn’t enough. Twenty-five years later, HBO this week debuts a movie called Confirmation, a drama rehashing all the lurid — yet entirely unsubstantiated — smears used in the great effort to destroy the character of one of America’s first black Supreme Court justices. All because he was conservative.

Losing sucks. Especially if you are not accustomed to losing and Donald J. Trump has built his whole campaign on being a winner who wins.

In the past 28 years America has elected two presidents from the “conservative” party, the one that claims to stand for lower taxes, responsible spending and limited government. Both have been named Bush.

The race is over. Donald Trump will be the next president of the United States.

All the political experts and professional politicians here in the beating heart of the federal Leviathan are still stuck in denial over the unstoppable electoral sensation that is Donald Trump.

Watching the GOP establishment clamor to get aboard Sen. Marco Rubio’s little dingy of a campaign underscores just how desperate Republican leaders have become after years of ignoring their base voters and then disastrously misunderstanding the degree to which real estate developer Donald Trump would fill that vacuum.

Donald Trump is precisely the candidate the GOP autopsy envisioned, down to the clarion plea that Republicans once and for all finally deal with illegal immigration.

Republicans insisted that real estate developer Donald Trump sign their silly little pledge before they let them into their Losing Club for Losers. They said that unless he signed their pledge, he would run as a third party candidate if he did not win the nomination. He would hurt the party. He would fracture the vote and ensure whoever did win the nomination could never win the general election.

The Donald Trump Derangement Syndrome treatment facilities simply cannot handle the patient load. By Super Tuesday, there will be no beds left and white people wearing Brooks Brothers suits and tassel loafers will be wandering the streets of New York and D.C. with bloodshot eyes.

Finally, in Nevada, the Democratic Party cracked the whip and voters fell in line.

Sen. Ted Cruz is one of those people who constantly wrestles with the Constitution — and always wins.

Hillary Clinton’s “firewall,” they call it. They don’t even wink and nod anymore. But they all know what they mean by it.

Why does the mainstream media heap such scorn and disbelief on Donald Trump over his promise to build a great wall along the border with Mexico — and make Mexico pay for it? After all, Donald Trump has built a winning presidential campaign — and made the media pay for it.

Well, that’s settled. Texas Sen. Ted Cruz will not be the 2016 Republican nominee for president.

To understand the rise of Donald Trump here in Iowa and around the country, you must first understand that Americans have always been suspicious of experts. The honest, brutal truth is that we actually despise experts.

It is high time to declare — honestly and without exaggeration — that the 2016 GOP presidential primary has officially become the greatest, most interesting, most entertaining election of all time!

Beware the latest nasty virus sweeping the East Coast, particularly the most elite citadels of New York City and Washington, D.C.

“Two Corinthians 3:17,” said Donald Trump, misstating the traditional way American Christians most commonly refer to the Apostle Paul’s second letter to the Corinthians.

Even at the end of seven good and prosperous years, a president’s final State of the Union address is a tough act. There is no one left to blame. By this point in a presidency, he owns the current state of the union.

First, they told us that Donald Trump’s whole campaign was conjured up by disgraced ex-President Bill Clinton as a way to toss a smoke grenade into the middle of the Republican presidential primary and smooth the path to the White House for his wife, Hillary.

When all the hectoring is finished, the professorial lecturing is done, all the political posturing is over, all that is left are tears. And crocodile tears at that.

He has been her meal ticket into national politics. He has been the sex predator in the White House whom she ruthlessly covered for. He has been her own personal dog in heat.

If you think “The Art of the Deal” was a yuuuuuuuuuuge success — and it was — just wait until Donald Trump comes out with his latest masterpiece, “The Art of the Schlong.”

Stop the madness. These debates cannot go on.

Black-bearded Internet outlaw Dan Bilzerian — the so-called “King of Instagram” — routinely posts videos of himself unloading hundreds of rounds from the 50-caliber fully-automatic rifle he rides around with in the back of his truck. There are photos of him emerging from a private jet here accompanied by topless women, as well as pictures of him diving out of a helicopter into water.

On Dec. 2, as Islamic terrorists in combat gear strode into a San Bernardino Christmas party and began methodically executing Americans for their religious beliefs, the commander in chief of the U.S. armed forces started ruminating on all the political angles and consequences.

Seriously? The worst terrorist attack on American soil since 9/11 and President Obama is still wearing his race-hustler glasses? This is just another opportunity to divvy up his people by the color of their skin?

Is it now time to invoke Section 4 of the 25th Amendment? Has our president officially lost his ability to discharge the powers and duties of his office?

Here in this week of reflection and gratitude, it is high time you smug and intolerant Americans take a long look at yourselves.

If you are still confused about how Donald Trump is walking away with the Republican nomination for president, look no further than his swift, reflexive, fearless, and unvarnished response to the terrorist attack in Paris.

MILWAUKEE — As if Jeb Bush’s campaign were not already finished, the candidate drilled several additional screws into his own coffin during Tuesday night’s debate.

When was the last time you heard a sitting politician give a speech that made you stop and think? A speech where you actually learned something?

To hear the GOP establishment squeal with such glee, you would think there was a fire sale going on down at Brooks Brothers. Or maybe Congress just passed a law making country club dues tax-deductible. Or somebody invented a glow-in-the-dark golf ball.

Just last month, Republican Party officials scurried into Trump Tower to extract a loyalty pledge from a certain unpredictable billionaire real estate mogul turned presidential candidate.

For the Democratic nomination for the presidency of the United States of America, I hereby officially and wholeheartedly announce my endorsement for — The Empty Lectern!