"As we just heard, the California results are now coming in thick and fast..."
"The twenty-third, fifth and sixteenth districts. Respectively, these are a rural part of the Sierra Nevada - it was the most Republican district in California under the old system - a wine country region to the north and east of San Francisco that was more left-leaning - and another leftish one in the middle of the state. Here, again only three parties seem to be in contention, with the Nationals boosted by capturing most of the right-wing vote, and otherwise some fairly tight races to be the left standardbearer between the Liberals and Progressives, with the former edging it out."
"Speaking of several results coming in at once, we also have the final two districts for Texas..."
"These last two were both considered pretty right-wing, although the Liberals pulled out a seat in the first one. The first includes former President George W. Bush's old ranch, and the second has Buddy Holly's home town of Lubbock."
Somewhere far below, that clanking, bashing sound intensified.
"Yes, I wonder what's happened to George W. Bush...well, based on what we've seen elsewhere, I suspect these might be the final seats won by the Conservative Party tonight. And if we look at the current numbers, they remain behind the Constitution Party, 112 seats to 125."
"Yes, the appeal of the Constitution Party in Texas, Mr Cruz's home state, has made a difference, as has its wins in states like Kansas and Oklahoma. But who has won the popular vote across the huge state of Texas and its two top-up seats?"
"Well, despite that Constitution Party success, they could not overtake the Liberals."
"Yes, Texas goes blue. And if we look at the national map..."
"Texas goes blue, yes, along with every state along the southern coast and Mexican border of the US, except New Mexico - which was, ironically, the only one of those states that was considered a reliable win for the old Democrats!"
"Just showing how much things have changed."
The clanking was now very loud.
"It will be interesting to see how Mr Cruz reacts to this mixed result for his party. Emily, are you outside Ted Cruz's house with a boombox?"
The screen flashed on to show Emily Maitlis sat atop a JVC RC-M90, looking confused. "Well, I thought I was, Andrew, but Ted Cruz seems to have disappeared. Any idea where he is?"
The door beside the screen abruptly burst open and the titular Texan textualist Geordi La Forge-rolled through it, eyes wild and staring frantically around. "He'll never find me here!" he bit out.
"Ah, Mr Cruz. Would you care to offer us your views on the performance of your Constitution Party in-"
"Can it, you limey jerk!" said Cruz, whose dialogue mysteriously suddenly seemed written by a radio comedy from the 1940s. "I need to escape! Cancún, that's the place! Say goodbye to Ted Cruz and hello to...what's a Mexican-sounding name?"
"'Cruz'?" Katty Kay suggested in a deadpan tone.
Cruz snapped his fingers. "That's it! No more Ted Cruz - from now on it's Eduardo Cruz! I'll even grow a beard or something!"
"Oh come on, don't be ridiculous," Neil said. "Now, Mr Cruz."
Very, very loud clanking sounds.
Cruz stared around himself, wild-eyed. "Shhh! Quiet down and he might miss the door! You don't know what he's capable of-"
A shadow loomed through the door.
"Too late!" Cruz moaned.
At first the silhouette seemed merely heavyset, but as the shadow contracted and it became clear that the size was no trick of the light, the mind struggled to comprehend the massive figure. The doorway itself was broken out of the wall as two huge, green-tinted fists clenched to obliterate its structure. Cruz cowered before the BBC presenters, his legs collapsing from under him.
"Wait, is that...?" Jeremy Vine wondered.
The figure finally emerged into the light, eyes flashing with radioactive fury behind their glasses. "JEB! SMASH PUNY CANUCK!" roared The Exclamable Bush.
"Nooo..." Cruz began, gulping. "Listen, I'm sorry..."
"HUMANS TAKE EVERYTHING FROM JEB! TAKE HOME STATE! TAKE PARTY! TAKE REPUTATION! NOW JEB! GET HIS REVENGE!"
As the green giant roared, the US map on the screen next to Jeremy Vine briefly and mysteriously flickered to show every state coloured in yellow.
"No, no," Cruz gabbled. "Listen, listen, sun's going down, sun's going down..."
The huge figure paused, wobbling on his feet. "You're trying to make me low-energy," he said, his voice fading in volume slightly as his muscles shrank. The green tint to his skin also faded. "You..."
"Yes!" Cruz said eagerly. "Sun's going down..."
Jeb! blinked, his ragged trousers somehow clinging to his legs. "But you wouldn't like me when I'm low-energy."
Now ordinary-sized, Jeb! reached into his pocket and withdrew a pistol engraved with his own name - the BBC presenters instantly all took cover. "I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is 'America', the most personalised handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"
Cruz bit his lip. "Don't you think this is kind of an overdone film reference-"
"THE VILLAIN IN DIRTY HARRY WAS AN OBVIOUS REVENGE-FANTASY WISH-FULFILMENT STAND-IN FOR THE ZODIAC KILLER THAT'S THE JOKE YOU MORON!" Jeb! screamed, raising the gun. "PLEASE DIE!"
"No!" Cruz threw his toque at Jeb!'s hand and his aim was thrown slightly off as fire burst from the gun. A bullet whined overhead.
As the gun clicked uselessly in Jeb!'s hand, all other eyes in the room turned towards the desk, where one presenter had been a little too late in taking cover. A red stain was slowly spreading across Andrew Neil's shirt.
He stared down at it. "Ach, crivvens," he muttered. "That'll ne'er wash out."
He slumped forward.
Rich (BB code):
CA-23
Nat 110,788 45.2%
Lib 47,090 19.2%
Prog 41,224 16.8%
Fus 31,563 12.9%
All 14,199 5.8%
Cst 0 0%
Con 0 0%
Total 244,864
MCs elected:
Nat
Nat
Lib
Rich (BB code):
CA-05
Lib 107,814 35.3%
Prog 103,136 33.8%
Nat 51,892 17%
Fus 22,196 7.3%
All 20,014 6.6%
Cst 0 0%
Con 0 0%
Total 305,052
MCs elected:
Lib
Prog
Lib
Rich (BB code):
CA-16
Lib 54,827 32.3%
Nat 47,806 28.1%
Prog 43,677 25.7%
Fus 14,007 8.2%
All 9,647 5.7%
Cst 0 0%
Con 0 0%
Total 169,964
MCs elected:
Lib
Nat
Prog
"The twenty-third, fifth and sixteenth districts. Respectively, these are a rural part of the Sierra Nevada - it was the most Republican district in California under the old system - a wine country region to the north and east of San Francisco that was more left-leaning - and another leftish one in the middle of the state. Here, again only three parties seem to be in contention, with the Nationals boosted by capturing most of the right-wing vote, and otherwise some fairly tight races to be the left standardbearer between the Liberals and Progressives, with the former edging it out."
"Speaking of several results coming in at once, we also have the final two districts for Texas..."
Rich (BB code):
TX-17
Cst 63,731 25.7%
Lib 61,036 24.6%
Con 40,818 16.5%
Prog 35,120 14.2%
Nat 34,866 14.1%
All 12,054 4.9%
Fus 0 0%
Total 247,625
MCs elected:
Cst
Lib
Con
Rich (BB code):
TX-19
Cst 77,061 33.8%
Con 48,792 21.4%
Nat 39,532 17.3%
Lib 31,974 14%
Prog 21,545 9.4%
All 9,105 4%
Fus 0 0%
Total 228,008
MCs elected:
Cst
Con
Nat
"These last two were both considered pretty right-wing, although the Liberals pulled out a seat in the first one. The first includes former President George W. Bush's old ranch, and the second has Buddy Holly's home town of Lubbock."
Somewhere far below, that clanking, bashing sound intensified.
"Yes, I wonder what's happened to George W. Bush...well, based on what we've seen elsewhere, I suspect these might be the final seats won by the Conservative Party tonight. And if we look at the current numbers, they remain behind the Constitution Party, 112 seats to 125."
"Yes, the appeal of the Constitution Party in Texas, Mr Cruz's home state, has made a difference, as has its wins in states like Kansas and Oklahoma. But who has won the popular vote across the huge state of Texas and its two top-up seats?"
Rich (BB code):
Texas at-large
Lib 2,601,921 29.2%
Cst 2,053,436 23%
Con 1,373,837 15.4%
Prog 1,275,947 14.3%
Nat 1,257,774 14.1%
All 355,050 4%
Fus 0 0%
Total 8,917,965
MCs elected:
Lib
Lib
"Well, despite that Constitution Party success, they could not overtake the Liberals."
"Yes, Texas goes blue. And if we look at the national map..."
"Texas goes blue, yes, along with every state along the southern coast and Mexican border of the US, except New Mexico - which was, ironically, the only one of those states that was considered a reliable win for the old Democrats!"
"Just showing how much things have changed."
The clanking was now very loud.
"It will be interesting to see how Mr Cruz reacts to this mixed result for his party. Emily, are you outside Ted Cruz's house with a boombox?"
The screen flashed on to show Emily Maitlis sat atop a JVC RC-M90, looking confused. "Well, I thought I was, Andrew, but Ted Cruz seems to have disappeared. Any idea where he is?"
The door beside the screen abruptly burst open and the titular Texan textualist Geordi La Forge-rolled through it, eyes wild and staring frantically around. "He'll never find me here!" he bit out.
"Ah, Mr Cruz. Would you care to offer us your views on the performance of your Constitution Party in-"
"Can it, you limey jerk!" said Cruz, whose dialogue mysteriously suddenly seemed written by a radio comedy from the 1940s. "I need to escape! Cancún, that's the place! Say goodbye to Ted Cruz and hello to...what's a Mexican-sounding name?"
"'Cruz'?" Katty Kay suggested in a deadpan tone.
Cruz snapped his fingers. "That's it! No more Ted Cruz - from now on it's Eduardo Cruz! I'll even grow a beard or something!"
"Oh come on, don't be ridiculous," Neil said. "Now, Mr Cruz."
Very, very loud clanking sounds.
Cruz stared around himself, wild-eyed. "Shhh! Quiet down and he might miss the door! You don't know what he's capable of-"
A shadow loomed through the door.
"Too late!" Cruz moaned.
At first the silhouette seemed merely heavyset, but as the shadow contracted and it became clear that the size was no trick of the light, the mind struggled to comprehend the massive figure. The doorway itself was broken out of the wall as two huge, green-tinted fists clenched to obliterate its structure. Cruz cowered before the BBC presenters, his legs collapsing from under him.
"Wait, is that...?" Jeremy Vine wondered.
The figure finally emerged into the light, eyes flashing with radioactive fury behind their glasses. "JEB! SMASH PUNY CANUCK!" roared The Exclamable Bush.
"Nooo..." Cruz began, gulping. "Listen, I'm sorry..."
"HUMANS TAKE EVERYTHING FROM JEB! TAKE HOME STATE! TAKE PARTY! TAKE REPUTATION! NOW JEB! GET HIS REVENGE!"
As the green giant roared, the US map on the screen next to Jeremy Vine briefly and mysteriously flickered to show every state coloured in yellow.
"No, no," Cruz gabbled. "Listen, listen, sun's going down, sun's going down..."
The huge figure paused, wobbling on his feet. "You're trying to make me low-energy," he said, his voice fading in volume slightly as his muscles shrank. The green tint to his skin also faded. "You..."
"Yes!" Cruz said eagerly. "Sun's going down..."
Jeb! blinked, his ragged trousers somehow clinging to his legs. "But you wouldn't like me when I'm low-energy."
Now ordinary-sized, Jeb! reached into his pocket and withdrew a pistol engraved with his own name - the BBC presenters instantly all took cover. "I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is 'America', the most personalised handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"
Cruz bit his lip. "Don't you think this is kind of an overdone film reference-"
"THE VILLAIN IN DIRTY HARRY WAS AN OBVIOUS REVENGE-FANTASY WISH-FULFILMENT STAND-IN FOR THE ZODIAC KILLER THAT'S THE JOKE YOU MORON!" Jeb! screamed, raising the gun. "PLEASE DIE!"
"No!" Cruz threw his toque at Jeb!'s hand and his aim was thrown slightly off as fire burst from the gun. A bullet whined overhead.
As the gun clicked uselessly in Jeb!'s hand, all other eyes in the room turned towards the desk, where one presenter had been a little too late in taking cover. A red stain was slowly spreading across Andrew Neil's shirt.
He stared down at it. "Ach, crivvens," he muttered. "That'll ne'er wash out."
He slumped forward.