Unfortunately, we have seen through the high intellect of one Rafael Theodore Cruzfuscation. And to characterize us as LIV is fighting words Tokyo Joe. Your guy is DOA, Dead Meat, 3 months past his freshness date, and inches from the crematorium entry way. It’s long past time to board the Trump Train to Indianapolis, Sacramento, and beyond.
I characterize those people the petulant brigands in the exchange with Cruz losing their cool (he kept his) and acting like a bunch of damned Code Pink rude rabble rousers, as the ones being “LIV”. Can’t you see it or sense it? Or is this the kind of company you yourself keep?