I had a brain MRI yesterday. It made me think of Ted Cruz. I hate Ted Cruz. So thinking of him wasn't pleasant. And it's my daughter's fault. Come with me on a brief journey as I explain why my daughter is responsible for making me think of Ted Cruz during a brain MRI.
Let me start with Mr. Cruz. I've never met him but I'm quite sure I hate him. I believe he is a misogynistic (see here), racist (see here and here), bigoted (see here) ideologue who would, given the opportunity, turn the United States into a theocracy. He is a political Voldemort, developed by central casting to be the perfect villain.
Knowing how I feel about him, my daughter sometimes shares Ted Cruz internet gold with me. Last week she shared the meme pictured below. It resonated with me and I laughed out loud. That's the first part of this little journey.
Here's the second part.
If you've ever had an MRI, you know that they're loud. (If you want to know why, click here.) At 125 decibels they're louder than a rock concert so you get ear protection. Typically you'll have a choice between ear plugs and headphones. With headphones you can also select music. I always go for the headphones and usually request a Pink Floyd or classic rock Pandora station. This time I requested classic rock.
They loaded me in the machine, got my IV ready, put my headphones on, left the room, and turned on the music. Something from Vivaldi's Four Seasons washed over me. Now don't get me wrong, I like classical music but it's not what I ordered.
And then I thought of Ted Cruz. Thanks, Brooke.