‘I think you are hard on moccasins. They swim with a certain sinister grace, and they are blessedly silent, and don’t make the listener’s ears bleed.’
All true. But have you ever seen what a water moccasin does to an unsuspecting frog? We are Cruz’ potential frogs. On the outside chance he wins, we’ll be fodder.
Fair point, but the serpent’s head has that inevitable appointment with a certain heel.