In other words, Jeb!’s dead, Baby. Jeb!’s dead. The John Connolly or Phil Gramm of this cycle: all money, no substance…and few delegates. I’d say crash and burn, but that would suggest some sort of dramatic arc that never actually happened. No, Jeb! was more like a dud firecracker. You light but it doesn’t go off. Instead, it just kind of fizzles. To the point that Plan B for the establishment is…Marco Rubio. The Waterboy. Or is it Waterbot?
Anyway…and sorry to keep repeating this, but could you imagine if the Democratic Party had even a fraction of the sort of chaos we’re seeing on the wingnut side of the spectrum? The narrative would be brutal. Yet, with the GOP establishment pinning their hope on such an obvious minor leaguer while the base is torn between a reality show troll and a guy who’s so toxic his own colleagues in the Senate shun him…the press spin is that, yeah, sure, one of these offerings could well have the launch codes and a key to the executive washroom come next January.