At long last, one of the most poisonous political rivalries in US history is drawing to its insipid conclusion. Jeb Bush showed up for his coronation and started getting butthurt when it was not forthcoming. Then he got baited into that extended schoolyard fight with the class bully, to his own humiliation and to his nation’s great coarsening.
There is something very wrong with both Bush and Donald Trump psychosexually. It’s the whinging dork chronically left at the mercy of the suave terror no one in a position of authority has the stones to subdue. These ugly dynamics exist in any society because we are slaves to the sinful nature, and they will always exist pending the glorious Millennium, the drying of all eyes, or whatever. This does not, however, mean that they should be left unchallenged, let alone celebrated. They set a hellishly bad example, especially during a secular high in bullying and hazing, such as is currently being endured in much of the West, especially the United States. For the principals in two national political campaigns to be personally engaged in such a public psychosexual standoff, not even delegating the dirty tricks to proxies, is unconscionable.
Donald Trump has clearly been the more culpable party here. It became obvious after a few of these horrific exchanges that Jeb Bush is too socially maladroit and easily thrown off to hold his own against a scummy big man on campus like Trump. He should have known better and been more self-controlled than to take the bait, but Trump, as the natural leader of the two, had an absolute moral duty to refrain from publicly baiting the dork. He could have demolished Bush on his positions, especially immigration, but he chose to hit below the belt. He chose to be socially predatory. No healthy society would reward this sort of distracting, corrosive cruelty.
In addition to his public bullying, Bush treated us to his hamfisted attempt to publicly resolve a longstanding beef with daddy and his jerkoff brother. Apparently he’s the family dork, too, which is just fucking dandy. He’ must have been habituated since childhood to be the scapegoat, never appreciated for his all his virtue and all his effort. It’s quite possible that his public declarations of fidelity to and love for his wife doubled as passive-aggressive jabs at his father, a prolific adulterer. By being his own unique self, he made a worse and worse ass of himself with these declarations as the campaign wore on, interspersing these professions of pair bonding with schoolmarmish scolding and insinuations that he wanted someone to spank him for being a bad boy. This was some embarrassing shit, but for sheer immorality, it has nothing on the vile things said by Jeb’s shitlord haters.
This dumpster fire was probably at least two generations in the making, and after half a century of Mick Jagger, hippies, yuppies, dot-commers, reality television stars, and other assorted domineering gobshites, it was probably inevitable. It’s smoldering to an end now, and not a day too soon.