Really bringing out the secret nuclear weapons on the campaign trail, Jeb gets his mommy to tell the whole school how nice her son is, and for that popular kid Donald Trump to stop being so mean to him.
If Jeb values his clan's honor at all, he'll kill himself before the primary votes remove all doubt of his failure.
Just yesterday we were discussing how Bush Sr. put his own family's dynastic ambitions above the good of the Republican Party and the entire nation by running for re-election in '92, when his administration couldn't have been more unpopular and out-of-touch with the Boomer-driven electorate of the time.
Fast-forward another quarter-century into the me-first era, and now the stubborn career striver Jeb is ruining any future even for his own clan (let alone the Party or nation), all because "It's my turn to run, Dad!"
Jeb's Aztec son grew up expecting an even more entitled station in society, meaning he'll act too retarded to gather the Establishment apparatus around his ambitions.
If there is a God in Heaven, this degenerate word-fumbling clan will all be taking drive-thru orders at a McDonald's in Pittsburgh, where the steelworkers in Trump's America will be making more money than the Bushies, who will be taunted over their stuttering and given swirlies forever and ever.