Supporters of Donald Trump should be very happy this Wednesday, following Super Tuesday.
11 states were up for bid on Super Tuesday, to include Alabama, Alaska, Arkansas, Georgia, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Texas, Vermont and Virginia.
Cruz took Texas — if he hadn’t done that his campaign would have been ended — as well as Oklahoma and Alaska. Marco Rubio won Minnesota. Kasich and Carson won nothing.
Trump won in Georgia, Tennessee, Alabama, Virginia, Arkansas, Massachusetts and Vermont. It’s interesting to note seeing Chris Christie standing behind Trump on the national news.
Also interesting is that Mike Huckabee was clearly behind Trump this morning on Fox and Friends, saying that the Republicans need to begin to rally around Trump, and that it is now a ridiculous meme about David Duke, as Trump spent the entire weekend disavowing Duke.

TOTAL DELEGATE COUNT TO DATE (of 1,237):
- Trump 285
- Cruz 161
- Rubio 87
- Kasich 25
- Carson 8
On the Demorat side, Hillary Clinton squished Bernie Sanders, winning 7 states to 4 for Sanders.
Kasich and Carson need to get out and throw some delegates to candidates who can win. Even if Kasich wins Ohio, what will that do? What happens if Rubio doesn’t even win Florida? What will Jeb Bush do? Who will he endorse?
And what happens when those Republicans who swear not to vote for Trump fail to appear at the polls?
Mississippi and Michigan hold their primaries next Tuesday the 8th, and Ohio’s is on March 15th.
Here’s what Trump needs to do: stop running down Cruz and Rubio. Focus like a laser beam on Hillary Clinton and Barack Hussein Obama.
And here is what conservatives find ever-maddening: the GOP still DOES NOT UNDERSTAND HOW and WHY Donald Trump resonates.
#GOPStillClueless
BZ
P.S.
Chris Christie’s perplexed expressions standing behind Trump were priceless and led to some hilarious Tweets.

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Above is a photograph of my father’s dad, Verto Alley, who was a bugler and served overseas in Germany and France. Verto was born in 1895, in Minnesota. Though I met him about three times, I remember little if anything about my grandfather because I was young, and because my grandparents on my father’s side lived so far away. I’m pretty sure I factored not at all into his life either.
Grandma was in the back seat of the Olds with me. She leaned over, scrappled my short hair and called me her “towhead.” Then she kissed me on top of my head.
The above photographs are my father in primary flight school, where he learned that the US Army Air Corps considered him to be, after evaluation, bomber material. Dad wanted to be a fighter pilot — who didn’t? — but the USAAC said he was a “team player” kind of guy, not a lone wolf. To multi-engine planes he went and the B-17.
After surviving his missions, Dad came back and the married my mother on April 24th of 1942. In its infinite wisdom the US decided to make Dad a B-25 instructor. Go figure. Above is a photo of my mother and father a short time after their marriage in Reno, Nevada. Below is my father seated in a B-25 Mitchell.
Below, Captain Dad poses with his friend Joel Kuykendahl, while assigned as flight instructors at Roswell Army Air Field (AAF).
I reminisced about Dad recently with my wife and her sister, when she came to visit for the past three weeks as I recuperated from foot surgery.
But who will listen?