As weekend readers may recall, the mister and I just returned from a mini-vacation, so I was out of the loop on all the primary stuff. It was a nice break, honestly. But we did raise a glass to the implosion of the Bush dynasty Saturday night when we saw the primary results on a Fox News crawler at the rustic honky-tonk we were visiting. (Quietly, since our fellow revelers were decidedly of the Republican persuasion and almost certainly armed, though I suspect they were among the Trumpenproletariat.)
You can quibble with when the Bush Dynasty actually started. You could make the argument that it ended on President Obama’s first inauguration day, when a jeering crowd sang, “hey, hey, hey, goodbye!” as GWB boarded Marine One for the last time.
But we suspected The Smart One was lurking in the wings, and so he was. That wretched clan of entitled psychos has dominated politics since I was in high school. And now The Smart One has been roundly rejected by wingnuts in the most humiliating manner possible.
And yeah, I know there are Bush spawn rising up through state politics even now, but let us savor this moment and hope their toxic surname forces them to adopt their mother’s family name or give up on national politics. Ding dong, etc.