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It Was At This Moment Democracy Died. [View all]

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Once upon a time Democracy was sitting on the side of the river sunning herself. It was a lovely day with Democracy. The air was clear and sunny, the water was clean and sparkled as it rushed beneath the old growth forest on the mountain.

Yes, Democracy lived in a beautiful world.

And then the Republican Scorpion crawled out from under a rock. His whisper sounded like a hiss. A testy hissy little voice that sounded like Golum, if Golum's voice had a Cuban/Canadian/Texas twang about it.

"Democracy, I need to cross the river. Can I sit on your head while you swim me across?"

Democracy laughed at the absurdness of such a request.

"Mr Scorpion, I know you. You are cruel and hateful and you will sting me and kill me!"

"No, no," twanged the Canuck, "Why would I do that? If I were on your head and stung you, you would drown and I too would die!"

And Democracy thought long and hard. In fact, she had a cup of tea while she was waiting. She gave Mr. Scorpion a cup of tea too. He drank it fast and begged for more.

Democracy thought the tea was bitter. Mr Scorpion had a second cup, and then a third.

"Well," he hissed, his black scales oily and dark in the sunshine, "Will you swim me across?"

And Democracy, thinking a nice drink of clear river water would help rinse the bad taste of the tea from her mouth, agreed.

She slipped off her robe and stepped into the brisk, fast-running river. She sank down and her lovely hair spread out around her.

"You promise you won't hurt me?" She asked as she leaned her head towards the Scorpion.

A line of drool fell from his mouth as he assured her. "No, Sweet Democracy, for I love you like no other. If you were to drown, so would I."

And so Democracy tipped her head and the Scorpion skittered on. And Democracy swam out into the river thinking she was safe, for who would hurt her if it meant their own demise?

And then the burning streak flashed across her brow. The Scorpion had stung her. Burning ripping pain flashed through her mind. And again, and again he stung. Her beautiful face began to swell and then he jammed his stinger into her eye. His poison ran down her face as she flailed and kicked in the rushing river. She screamed in pain, but then her limbs began to sink to her side. Her face was almost slipping under the water. Death was rushing forward to take her.

"But why did you do it?" She sputtered with her last breath, Her remaining beautiful blue eye glittering like a sapphire in the sun.

"Because it is my nature, Democracy. It is my nature." And he stung her in her remaining eye.

And Democracy slid to her watery grave, with the Scorpion clinging to her hair as it pulled him under.

"But I thought I would be King," he thought to himself as the darkness enveloped him as well.

And the moral to the story? Ted Cruz is a nasty piece of work. Oh, wait, I mean, the Scorpion can't help himself, because, um, like, I don't know. His brain is the size of a pinhead?

Help me out here DU...I'm not quite sure of the moral.

Stay tuned tomorrow when I retell the story of the little foxes starring Cruz, Paul and Ryan as the little foxes. Don't miss out your you'll miss them spoiling the vine!

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