If You're Thinking About 'America' When You Breathe Your Last, Ted Cruz, You're Doing It Wrong
Last night, while being booed vociferously and refusing in his RNC speech to endorse Donald Trump, Ted Cruz said something odd. Here, let me find it on the google.
We must make the most of our moments, to fight for freedom, to protect our God given rights, even if those with whom we don’t agree so that when we are old and grey, and when our work is done, and when we give those we love one final kiss goodbye we will be able to say freedom matters and I was part of something beautiful.
I believe it was supposed to be some poetry among the prose. I don't fault the idea. (Yes I do.)
I was barely, sort of, watching, but it stood out. This week has been awful, with the hatred and spite and fascism I've had to be glued to 16 hours a day leaching every bit of energy from my bones. And through it all, Shy's dad was dying.
I have just come home from the hospital. My husband's father told the nurses at four-thirty this morning to please call his family. He is tired, and he is ready to die. He is still breathing, but yes, it's his last; his oxygen is falling; his son and daughter are with him. His beautiful wife, for whom his face lit up like a spotlight when she entered the room. His old-man brothers, handsome and kind, who drove in to Montana from Seattle just last night. One grandson, my good stepson. I was there; his granddaughter was there; but after three hours of being an unrealistically appropriate baby, she needed a nap.
If you are thinking of freedom and America when you're breathing your last, you have done it wrong. I don't think my father-in-law was thinking about anything but beautiful Carol, and how they did not have enough time; and his sons, and his daughter, and his grandbabies; and loving them. The only word I heard him say -- to one of his brothers -- was "kiss." He wanted to kiss him goodbye.
I almost asked him. MARK, TED CRUZ SAYS YOU SHOULD BE THINKING ABOUT AMERICA. ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT AMERICA, MARK? I made him laugh yesterday, because I'm hilarious. It would have made him laugh today too, if he knew what the hell I was talking about. I remained appropriate, and did not mar Mark's deathbed with the face of Ted Cruz.
I am at home. I am waiting for my husband to call me and tell me something he needs. I think maybe I will see you all on Monday, or Tuesday. My family needs my attention, and I have not been giving it to them, glued to my laptop, as if without me Wonkette and the republic will fall.
My husband's father is a good man, who raised a fine man. I am grateful.
And he'd probably cackle at me giving a fuck you to Ted Cruz, on his behalf. I don't know, because I didn't ask. There are more important things.
Rebecca Schoenkopf is the owner, publisher, and editrix of Wonkette. She is a nice lady, SHUT UP YUH HUH. She is very tired with this fucking nonsense all of the time, and it would be terrific if you sent money to keep this bitch afloat. She is on maternity leave until 2033.