Donald Trump will sweep most of the Super Tuesday primaries -- and blow the Republican Party to smithereens.
Crikey's writer-at-large is in Las Vegas. Specifically, in the Hooters hotel and casino. And there is no better place to watch Donald Trump and Marco Rubio call each other sweaty, pissy messes.
The brash billionaire says plenty of outrageous things and lives on free publicity. Sound like anyone you know?
There is no bar, but there is iced tea. And that might be all you need with wacky Ben Carson.
Violence projected outwards, violence projected inwards, and a series of promises of how beautiful it's going to be.
This US election would do Aeschylus proud.
Jeb Bush's goose is cooked, and he knows it. Now it's a question of when he'll pull the plug.
Cruz supporters, more than any other crowd, groove on a discourse of resentment and betrayal, something that a lot of other candidates have abandoned.
Trump’s frank nativism and Sanders’ updated New Deal have voters scrambling to learn more, and provide a range of political horizons Australians can only dream of.
You actually can't make this stuff up. Trump is the frontrunner, signing babies (yes, you read that right), Jeb wants to go back into the womb, Scalia kicks the bucket. Sorkin, eat your heart out.
