Can’t read a story about Jeb Bush without the ghost of Paul Henning popping into my head with those familiar lyrics from “The Beverly Hillbillies” –
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
And then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea. “ – The ballad of Jed Clampet
Okay, so it’s “Jed” and not “Jeb” up there in the clown car’s front seat. It’s almost the same. Especially when you fold in the “Texas tea” thing. It’s scary close.
One seat back there’s “THE Donald,” alienating the entire nation of Mexico and every Latino in the United States. Really? None of my Latino friends are rapists or criminals. As a whole, in fact, I find Latinos to be hard working, religious, decent people. A really good bunch of folks.
Sitting in the back is the big bully boy from New Jersey, demanding an apology from the press, lest he tackles them all during recess and steals their lunch money.
Jammed in the back seat next to Christie and desperately saying whatever he can to gain even a little attention in the current cable news cycle is Ted Cruz. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t think of who it was. Then it came to me. He looks like the Joker from the Batman comics, sans the makeup, which is apropos following his outrageous charge that gays are staging a “Jihad” against people of faith. “Holy base-baiting buzzwords Batman! A jihad?”
These people shouldn’t be taken seriously. They’re political caricatures. Ludicrous distortions of reality. At this point the Republicans best hope is for their clown car to blow a tire sparing them additional embarrassment and continued bad madness.