[mkjessup]

I nominate Ted Cruz for an Honorary FR *ZOT*!!

[Salamander]

Crazy,
Toys in the attic, I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy

Crazy,
Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.

[Road Warrior ‘04]

Thank you! Stealing it! The “I’m An Ass” .gif that is!

[DoughtyOne]

Canceling open primaries is a decent idea.

Ted should keep his big fat yap shut for a while.

Ted lost closed primaries aplenty.

I am so sick of this self-centered village idiot.

[Lakeshark]

He's right about open primaries (that just means no democrat mischief).

I also wish he would shut up about all things except beating the rats in November.

[KentTrappedInLiberalSeattle]

Here's the only appropriate ZOT for the poorest, sorest loser in all of Republican presidential primary history:

[PJBankard]

THE CAMPAIGN (He is an asshat) - A Song About The Ted Cruz Campaign

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup

They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago Trump left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of something for which he still yearns

He is an asshat. He won't leave.
Carly & Hiedi are all alone, all alone in their time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his dead horse
He's being an asshat

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of ridicule and critic
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force

In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade
Carly's hoping in time that her memories will fade
'Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his dead horse

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago Trump left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of something for which he still yearns

'Cause he's asshat, he won't f*cken leave
Carly & Heidi are all alone, all alone in their time of need
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his dead horse
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his dead horse
He's being an asshat, he won't just leave
He's being an asshat

Lyrics taken and modified from the song "The Distance" by Cake