I want Ted Cruz's shitty body to be wracked with fear and shame as he watches the numbers on election night. I want him to realize that his aides aren't really all that sad to see him lose and are looking up jobs when they think he isn't looking. I want donors to see the writing on the wall and leave the party early under false pretenses. I want him to feel the crushing weight of losing the easiest race to win in the US.
That's the fantasy I live and have lived every day for six years.