The super PAC dedicated to the elevation of Jeb Bush to the presidency raised about 118 million dollars, wasted about eighty-seven million in mail flyers, TV ads, all of which turned into quickly processed mind candy for voters nonplused by the prospect of another Bush leading the free world.
     Some of Bush's advisors and super PAC operators spoke to reporters within seventy-two hours of his announcement of campaign "suspension."  They all spoke in hindsight, offering well-reasoned causes for their man's failure to generate more voter enthusiasm and his overwhelming defeat by the grandiloquence of Donald Trump.  Bush's people have it figured out, because they've had, in my estimation, approximately six months to perform an intellectual autopsy on Jeb's doomed campaign, an endeavor they labored on diligently, hoping, as humans tend to do, that the obvious failure would never manifest itself--the kind of thinking prevalent in Hitler's bunker.  This is why I don't put my faith in human institutions.  What mankind creates and carries forth to term and beyond is prone to fuck-ups.
     During a slow period at work a few days ago, my friend and coworker Dave and I discussed how every organization has a nitwit working there.  The nitwit has been working for the organization long enough that there's no will in upper management to fire him or her.  The nitwit sometimes works in upper management.  The nitwit's incompetence and total unsuitability for his or her job never plays as a factor in the minds of upper management if or when they consider how the organization can improve efficiency.  Sometimes it's a personality thing.  The nitwit is a downer, perhaps, who has no vision, no ability to bring any freshness to the workplace, no open-mindedness.
     The 118 million dollar fiasco which "suspended" itself last Saturday had a nitwit: Jeb Bush.
     This enormous dumbshit campaign that could've significantly improved a large American city's public school district if the money had gone to actual needs instead of to the hopeless hyperextension of a failure obvious to any objective and intelligent observer since last August, was run by a group of educated idiots suffering from too much hope.  In 2015-2016, they actually believed American voters would give a shit about Jeb Bush's record as Florida's past governor; would ignore his family ties to two past presidents, both of whom entangled America's fortunes, for the bad, with Iraq and the Middle East in general; would buy into Jeb Bush's relatively traditional Conservative views in a time when in the last ten years the Republican Party has produced nitwits like Sarah Palin and Mitt Romney as the best they could offer as executive possibilities.
     The old long view of history gives us the idea that one can't know for sure what the true significance of some major event might be.  The long-term effects of World War Two, for instance, have been the subject of numerous, thoughtful, and often brilliant books.  Now, in Tweet World, we get instant examinations of events and people's actions that should take many years to figure out.
     Jeb Bush's PAC operators and his advisors have given their quick analyses of why no one wanted what they were selling.  Their smooth words reveal, on the surface, smart political operatives "telling it like it is."  To me, their readiness to explain glibly their candidate's flameout shows craven and cynical assholes, none of whom had the guts to tell Jeb Bush, plainly, that he didn't have a chance to win the nomination.  Instead, these worthies "stuck by" Bush, giving him strategic and keep-the-faith-type advice in the face of the besieged walls of the Jeb campaign crumbling, all the while, astonishingly, not bothering to get a handle on the workings of social media or to hire a young, hip Republican computer geek to take charge of their net-based outreach, which would've prevented such blunders as letting the Trump campaign, just a week ago, buy the domain name, JebBush.com and make it go to Trump's campaign website.
     Jeb Bush himself had concern about his glasses: should he wear them, should he get contact lenses?  Late in the campaign he sat in the eye doctor's examination chair and submitted to switching to contacts.
     "Trying to attract the ladies, Jeb?"
     "No, Doctor," he replies, chuckling.  "I'm happily married."
     "Just sick of wearing spectacles, huh?"
     "Not exactly.  It's actually an image thing.  One of my advisors suggested I might look less like a CPA and more like the scion of a political dynasty destined to assume the highest office in the land."
     "You might have something there, Jeb.  I recall that Sarah Palin wore glasses the whole time she and McCain made their run way back in oh-eight.  Last I checked, the vice president's last name is Biden, and he don't wear glasses."

                                                                                Vic Neptune