Patrick Andendall
Jeb Bush, the good son—he could sing the good song, if only he had the soul. Jeb the moderate, the sensible conservative, competent governor, business builder, self-deemed wonk, establishment darling. How has this mirage been rigged? What well-oiled machinations have orchestrated such delusions? Just drill a little deeper, uncap the well, expose the pent-up secrets and witness a ground-shaking blowout.With hindsight, we can now see that even a modicum of due diligence into his brother’s DNA would have allowed a picture of what was destined to transpire during that presidency—for It was written. The answers lie in the family’s long-standing nefarious histories.If Jeb disappears prematurely from our radar, vital truths may remain buried for yet another generation. Understand who Jeb is; then one can actually understand virtually every misstep America has taken since the 1950s, leading remorselessly to War, the birth of radicalism, polarization and the Stupidparty, all the way to 2016, with its abysmal collection of Stupidparty presidential candidates–none of whom have any interest in salvaging American democracy, or learning from such histories.Jeb’s heart does not beat in tune with the needs of the American people; it beats to a different drum. To find its source, to understand its rhythm, we must venture into shadowy secret castles to reconnect with echoes of the past, in order to avoid an inglorious future.
