The sign outside the fictional Alexandria Safe Zone reads:
"Mercy for the lost. Vengeance for the plunderers."
They should add:
"Welcome to Rubio Country!"
Because other than a plurality of Michele Bachmann zombies who gathered in Minnesota church basements and high school auditoria to hand him a tiny, irrelevant win last night, Young
Macro Marco, found cold streets and closed doors almost everyplace outside of the suburbs of northern Virginia:
Marco Rubio Falls to Donald Trump in Virginia, Ruining His Super TuesdayDashing Marco Rubio's hopes of pulling off a surprise victory over Republican presidential frontrunner Donald Trump, primary voters in Virginia narrowly backed the billionaire businessman over the Florida senator.
The Associated Press called the state for Trump at 8:53 p.m. Eastern.
Though pre-primary polling had given Trump a wide lead over the GOP field, early exit polling showed Rubio within striking distance in the Old Dominion — raising the prospect that the establishment-oriented Republican would upset Trump to score his first-ever victory in a nominating contest.
But while Rubio trounced Trump in the affluent, highly educated Northern Virginia suburbs, it wasn't enough to overcome Trump's strength in more conservative and rural areas...
So why this particular anomaly? This glitch in these particular suburbs? Because as Mr. Chris Hayes shrewdly noted last night, it's where the fucking lobbyists live! It's the motherland of Washington's professional consultants, campaign advisers, defense contractors, media goofs, think tankers and a dozen other species of paid fixers. It's the gated nation-state of that "political establishment" you may have read about in the funny papers -- the people who have bet it all on Young
Macro's Marco and have been desperately patching and upgrading his defective software from Day One.
And as long as Young
Macro Marco can continue to live rent-free on top of their mountain of fear sweat and money he can go on right on getting his ass handed to him and calling it a Big Win, regardless of the fact that his chances of winning the nomination is becoming statistically indistinguishable from Ben Carson's. Which is why I found it especially delicious that, buoyed by the dough and desperation of a dying establishment, Young Macro Marco would deliver a "victory" speech so similar in megalomaniac denialism to Jefferson Davis' final address "To the People of the Confederate States of America" that on a cloudy day, if you squint, you can hardly tell the difference.
Shine on you crazy diamonds!...We have now entered upon a new phase of a struggle the memory of which is to endure for all ages and to shed an increasing luster upon our country.Relieved from the necessity of guarding cities and particular points, important but not vital to our defense, with an army free to move from point to point and strike in detail the detachments and garrisons of the enemy, operating on the interior of our own country, where supplies are more accessible, and where the foe will be far removed from his own base and cut off from all succor in case of reverse, nothing is now needed to render our triumph certain but the exhibition of our own unquenchable resolve. Let us but will it, and we are free; and who, in the light of the past, dare doubt your purpose in the future?...