Marco Rubio is in a fix. Ironically, it was the tea party that the young up-and-comer exploited in his race to national stardom, and now it’s become a headache — one that he shares with the Republican Party in general.
In professional bull riding competition, the cowboy has to remain atop the bucking bovine (to say, “in control,” would be an overstatement) for eight seconds, which can seem like an eternity. After he’s thrown — before or after the horn sounds — spectators get to watch the contestant skedaddle like a louse on a hot skillet to prevent the bull from riding him, right into the ground beneath his hooves.
Young Marco managed to ride that tea party bull into the U.S. Senate, but he’s not so fleet when it comes to getting out of the way afterward. That immigration sidestep of his cost him, and now he’s at the mercy of a snorting, heaving, infuriated entity that holds the words “compromise” and “treason” to be synonymous.
His sudden obsession with trashing Obamacare is the equivalent of bringing in the rodeo clown, whose job it is to run into the melee, dance and wave his arms in hopes of distracting the raging beast.
Marco’s out there in the arena, limping. His former sponsors have little room for compassion — particularly when it comes to harboring impure thoughts — and the clown act isn’t turning their heads.
The immigration fight was a nice attempt on the senator’s part to make himself more presentable to the vast American electorate, but — like his party — he has that bizarre, twisted spectacle of a primary to weather first. And we know who the judges are in that event. To use another rodeo analogy: Getting nominated, and ultimately winning the presidency, is like a chuck wagon race. Rubio made the mistake of putting his cart before his horse.