Kevin Drum thinks Bobby Jindal is the new Republican hotness who “might win” in 2016. Drum’s excuse for Jindal’s obvious charisma issue is that “everyone gives bad responses to State of the Union addresses”.
Really? This bad?
Whatever you want to say about Romney, who was fairly uncharismatic to put it mildly, he came off as the kind of cold-eyed dick who would fuck when he says “fuck” and fight when he says “fight”. After Mitt’s performance in the primaries, if he and his ward, Paul Ryan, said they would starve granny, the base believed there were going to be some skin-and-bones grandmothers prowling the dollar store for dented cans of generic Alpo.
Jindal provides the base no such reassurance. He certainly wants to project an aura of a serious Burkean who advocates a return to our proud history of geriatric malnutrition as suggested by a careful reading of Federalist 12. But when it comes down to the nut cutting, he drops the knife and runs away. Case in point: how better to prove that you’ve got the balls to really fuck the poor than to eliminate hospice care from Medicaid? The vision of a bunch of terminally ill moochers and looters gasping for their last breath while writhing in pain in some back alley probably gave the whole Heritage Foundation board solid wood when they heard it. Alas, that dream will remain only as part of their recurrent sexsomia, since Jindal wimped out at the last minute.
Bobby looks funny, he talks funny, and he doesn’t have the sand to pull the trigger on a balls-out Republican agenda. The GOP and DC Press Corpse will have to look elsewhere for their brown daddy because Bobby’s just a cub.