If I were a member of the Republican party, or if I had ever even voted Republican, I’d be looking for a hole to climb into. The two leading contenders for my party’s nomination for President of the United States of America, a rather important job, got into a fight using their wives as proxies.

As Jessica Valenti says:

If “small hands” and “Little Marco” didn’t convince you that the Republican presidential primary is actually a controlled study in anxious masculinity, Donald Trump and Ted Cruz have now gone full caveman: trading barbs over their wives’ honor. (Sure, it’s a Twitter fight – not quite as testosterone-laden as an old-fashioned duel – but hey, it’s a new world.)

Valenti closes with this:

Americans have bigger concerns than which candidate has the most noble or beautiful wife, or who has the biggest hands. When the battle for the White House takes place in a locker room, everyone loses.

True, but can we ensure that the Republicans are among the losers? God knows neither of these two-bit jerks deserves to win.