At this point, it is a three-person race.
Dr. Ben Carson continues on his book tour, enjoying the limelight but not sure what to do with it. He’s contributing nothing at this point.
Gov. John Kasich at this point is simply trying to become a running mate to one of the other three candidates.
That leaves Sen. Marco Rubio, Sen. Ted Cruz, and inexplicably Donald Trump.
Pundits are enjoying themselves over Rubio’s well-coordinated attack on Trump, joining on-stage forces with Cruz. And the ever-compliant news media is following Trump around like good lickspittles, giving him way more attention and time than he deserves.
But it’s all too little, too late. By Iowa, it was clear that Trump is defying all political science reality by having more than 2 percent support. The Czar understands that the real attention was on a Cruz comeback by that point, but these candidates’ consultants were kidding themselves if they thought Trump’s double-digit numbers were not a threat. They could have started blasting him then, when it was easy. But they didn’t, and they let him New Hampshire. That set a dangerously greased alleyway for Trump to slide into South Carolina and Nevada; now, Rubio is facing the real possibility that he could lose Florida.
Screw that. Rubio should be realizing, as Cruz recently did, that he could lose the whole thing. Finally, at least, we’re seeing Rubio and Cruz expose the nonsense candidacy of Trump for what it is, and pulling very few punches. But is there enough time?
The Czar honestly does not know.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.