Three Down in Colorado. How Many More?

Donald Trump is packing. No, not for the White House. He is packing a gun. Maybe even as we speak. He just won't tell us, as he wants to keep it a surprise, so his would be assassins won't know whether to go after him. And, oh yes, it would be a splendid idea if everyone in his employ was ready to unload on the next person who walked through the door.

Ben Carson is napping. Or maybe just trying to put us to sleep with his oh so quiet speech and soft demeanor hiding the fact that his answers make absolutely no sense.

Ted Cruz is yapping. At the media, as he and Marco Rubio and just about everyone else on the stage took up an enormous amount of time and energy complaining about the main stream, left wing media, conspiring to ask the wrong questions of the candidates, the ones they actually had to answer.

Jeb Bush is sapping. As in sapping all the energy out of his candidacy. He is not an attack dog, not an alpha male and he is overwhelmed by a field who are comfortable with zingers. Poor Jeb! was almost completely undressed when he went after his one time protege. Yes, Jeb, I cut school, but so did Barack. A lot.

John Kasich is failing. In what he thought might be his breakout moment, he almost broke down. His zinger on Trump's immigration nightmare of a plan brought only a major league putdown by the king of major league putdowns. Anybody can put you in the corner, baby. You can have him America.

Rand Paul is missing. Was he actually on the stage last night? Ted Cruz stole his ideas on the economy and everybody else seemed to steal his air time. What was left for the kind of libertarian was merely to be one of the physical bookends, along with Mr. Kasich at the end of the line, figuratively and literally.

Marco Rubio is rising. As in the polls, as he nimbly dodged ugly questions and every attack upon his financial missteps and his voting record, or lack of one. He and Mr. Cruz are the slickest of the pack, able to use bigger words and full sentences to their advantage. Watch out for this one.

Carla Fiorina is tricky. She maneuvered away from her dismal record at HP and instead had us focus on the image of her taking down one Hillary Clinton. In an all girls fight, she would end up on top. World Wide Wrestling come to the big stage.

Chris Christie is sincere. Forget those cones that he did not move. In fact, forget everything he did wrong to bring his state to such a dismal place. No, he was not talking to the moderators or even to his fellow competitors. He was talking directly to you, looking directly at you and telling you that he knew what it took to make America great again. Except that the yutz who kept reminding us about the tank that is Atlantic City had already stolen that line.

Mike Huckabee is preaching. What else can he do, as Ben Carson has stolen his evangelicals? He was standing next to Mr. Kasich, for God's sake and wasn't that already bad enough?

All of them assembled on the stage had a plan. This madness was rehearsed and choreographed. The anger, the resentment, the belittling of those who dared to ask the questions. Ten voices all going at once, all trying to make you believe that he or she held the secret in the palm of his or her hands. And none of them actually responding to any inquiries but merely directing their 60 seconds (who actually only spoke for 60 seconds?) to their stump speech on whatever it was that would sound most authentic.

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young once cried out to us "Four dead in Ohio. How many more?' For us it is three Republican debacles, I mean debates in the books. How many more?