Well, I have tried to think it through. I had hoped that Trump might just be an event that could propel Cruz into “electability”. He still may.
To further expand, let’s say we can get a President Cruz. I am certain he would start out energetic and doing his best to be faithful to the Constitution. But the whole time it would be there. Just waiting to be used. With the enemedia grinding at him and the Rats biting at him even he, I fear, would succumb to “the easier path”. Maybe at first just here or there but I suspect power is like heroin. Thankfully I have been blessed to be inexperienced in that regard.
I don’t wear rose colored glasses when it comes to US history. I’m no Howard Zinn but I suspect there has never been a time when we actually had the Republic we like to think about save perhaps our first President. Even Lincoln was no Washington. But then I suppose he couldn’t be. Undeniably, we have strayed further from it in recent decades than ever before. Like putting a locomotive back on the rails you have to bring something along that can pick it up. It probably isn’t something one person can do.
Whose door do we drag our rifles to? Good question. As a boy I had this image of a church bashing in the Gates of Hell. Like a physical building with a steeple. It just didn’t make sense. I think your question is like that in a way. We don’t need to go find Hell. As a building or as a group. It comes to us. There may be no door. I may succeed if I just stand where I am.
Another possibility is coat tails. If, as Trump joked at one of his stump appearances where he gave helicopter rides to kids, he is Batman ... well, in Cruz is quite possibly his Robin.
I think Cruz is being God-eyed here, and is willing to be humble enough not to clash harshly with Trump as champion of some important moves needed to keep America America, rather than being some no man’s land. And if God granted Trump the gifts to push the concept, Cruz is being thankful and making hay while that sun shines.
Hell trundles up its van and opens its doors up in our face, it sometimes seems.
The actual biblical metaphor would be more like the conquest of a city. The worst gates of hell in that regard are not even what other people bring to us, but in our own hearts. The devil has got us to commit treason against ourselves, on a spiritual level.