Rubio not eligible to run for President; his parents were still Cuban citizens when he was born.
Nevertheless, I have a hunch that his Cuban parentage filled him with the history of Cuba and the disaster that brought Castro to power....really illuminating the consequences of fickle foreign policy. (Remember, after the Spanish-American War, Cuba was American territory. We allowed it to be overtaken by communists whom we were feting in New York City.) As a Cuban-American in the Senate, he was probably condemned to working his way up the ladder by not pushing the envelope too far and had to hold his tongue. Trump comes along as a force of nature, blows everyone away, has a tremendous first term, was denied a second term through chicanery (which Rubio no doubt observed), and had a rousing comeback. Where...Trump sits Marco down and says to him, "Marco, I want a Secretary of State who lives and breathes America First and isn't afraid to kick ass and take names. Can you be that Secretary of State?" By this point, Rubio knows that Trump is the rhinocerous in the room (Rhino, not RINO), and that if HE wants a SecState to kick ass, it means HE wants to kick ass. The golden opportunity to vindicate his upbringing and all the heartbreak associated with mendacious foreign policy. So he says "yes" and Trump straps a pistol on his waist.
Sometimes, it's not the size of the fuse that counts, but the size of the firecracker.
Rubio not eligible to run for President; his parents were still Cuban citizens when he was born.
Nevertheless, I have a hunch that his Cuban parentage filled him with the history of Cuba and the disaster that brought Castro to power....really illuminating the consequences of fickle foreign policy. (Remember, after the Spanish-American War, Cuba was American territory. We allowed it to be overtaken by communists whom we were feting in New York City.) As a Cuban-American in the Senate, he was probably condemned to working his way up the ladder by not pushing the envelope too far and had to hold his tongue. Trump comes along as a force of nature, blows everyone away, has a tremendous first term, was denied a second term through chicanery (which Rubio no doubt observed), and had a rousing comeback. Where...Trump sits Marco down and says to him, "Marco, I want a Secretary of State who lives and breathes America First and isn't afraid to kick ass and take names. Can you be that Secretary of State?" By this point, Rubio knows that Trump is the rhinocerous in the room (Rhino, not RINO), and that if HE wants a SecState to kick ass, it means HE wants to kick ass. The golden opportunity to vindicate his upbringing and all the heartbreak associated with mendacious foreign policy. So he says "yes" and Trump straps a pistol on his waist.
Sometimes, it's not the size of the fuse that counts, but the size of the firecracker.