The Little Man from Florida, the son of a poor immigrant sharecropper, has been exposed as that dog that latches onto your leg and tries to rub one off.
That is all he is. That is his only game.
When it comes to being a man, he comes across as a princess. And when he has no record that he can run on, he tries to out bitch slap Donald Trump. Trying to out bitch slap the Donald is like trying to out whore Beyonce.... Trying to out rape the Constitution impersonating King Pimple of a Man.
Roboto was complicit in the Gang of Eight - the remake of when Eight is Enough to try to make the illegal infestation of Southern Roaches into something to celebrate and to uphold. Roboto might like to say that Cruz supported this scheme to legalize the largest case of illegality in American history, but the facts refute the loose lips and wide open trap of the melting man, Roboto. Cruz inserted a poison pill into one of the worst pieces of legislation ever offered not named Obamacare.
If you haven't noticed, Marco Polo Roboto has a sweating problem. When he is under the gun, he melts like a snow cone in Phoenix, dear. What we don't see in these debates is the kiddie pool that the child schmuck Marco stands in so that his melting opportunities and integrity don't end up flooding the stage and drowning him in his own bastardization of the truth.
Apparently Marco Polo is not doing well in the primaries and caucuses. On Saturday Marco only managed to carry a sandbox that has been claimed by 10 Ferrel cats as their litter box. The cats are smitten with Marco since they've never seen such a coward. Apparently humans find Marco Polo so appealing that he manages to finish last so often now that even Skid Marks Kasich is placing higher - that is remarkable since Kasich loves himself so much that he often forgets there are other people in the room.
In other Repugnicon news, Ben Carson, the inventor of jail time makes you gay, a new board game by Pucker Brothers, dropped out of the race without Theodore Cruz having to be tied to the fiction by Marco Polo and the Donald. Carson was so popular that he outlasted Jeb! and Fats Domino Pizza Christie from New Jersey. But alas, white guilt and Trump's friends from the White Sheets and Red Crosses bar chased Ben away.
I personally find Marco Polo Roboto disgusting and I am so enjoying him doing poorly. Once a great hope for the Tea Party, this bastard has sold his soul to be a spineless rat bastard who stabs the Constitution in the back at every turn. I hope he feels the heat and then disappears from the debate stage in a puddle of Marco piss.
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