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But neither the Boys nor the Bomb made for the weirdest news of the weekend. That came from Jeb Bush, who was campaigning in Pennsylvania for Rick Santorum, who has had his own problems with bestiality and gay marriage.
The story had me giggling outloud, and it certainly bears repeating, because Jeb finally pays a little price for his relentlessly uncaring pissant attitude toward the voters, and the American people in general. While on his way to a dinner, Jeb was met by about 30 protestors. Being Jeb, he blew them a kiss. That's when things got nasty. The protestors, made up not of anti-war pacifists but of members of the United Steelworkers union, surged forward. Jeb retreated to the subway station, along with a security guard and a female aide. He fled down an escalator to the subway's mezzanine level, like a purse snatcher trying to make off with his ill-gotten goods. The protestors, now numbering about 50 with 75 more remaining on the streets, followed Jeb, yelling at him to get out of town and declaring Pittsburgh a "Santorum Free Zone." Police showed up to disperse the crowd. While they did so, Jeb Bush, governor of the state of Florida and brother of the leader of the Free World, hid inside a supply closet.
I wonder what Jeb thought while he stood in there? Did he think the game was finally up? That the protestors, finally overcome with grief and horror at the direction his family has taken this country, would overwhelm the cops and rip open the supply closet door, carrying him off to Lord-knows-what-terrible fate? I like to think so. I like to think that he sweated and moaned and tried desperately not to soil his pants, but I doubt it went down like that. What caused Jeb to have to flee to the closet in the first place -- his wantonly arrogant attitude toward average American citizens -- probably gave him comfort while he was there. Instead of fearing for his own skin, he was probably just angry that his schedule had been thrown off, and wished that the cops would just get on with the business of tear-gassing the crowd.
But for Jeb, and for others like him, the Day of Reckoning is nigh. Newsweek's latest poll has President Bush at a 33 percent approval rating -- the lowest in the history of that poll. And Time's latest cover story proclaims the death of everything Republican in Washington. The time has come. The good may die young, but the evil are hounded and whipped and plagued into early old age, finally dying of guinea worm or Mad Cow disease, after going bald and morbidly obese by the age of 32.
The good may die young, but karma is a fucking bitch.