Jeb, you had your chance to influence this election in a meaningful way. You could’ve been the man who stopped Trump. You had him on the ropes in the December debate. You had to have realized that Monday night, if you didn’t pick up on it before. You HAD HIM, and you let him go. He was getting angry, and he was getting snappish, and you stood there smugging it up instead of pushing him over the edge and putting him away.
YOU. Nobody else—nobody else—put him there during the Republican primaries. Just you, because you were his first target. You were the one he needed to cripple to establish himself.
And you let him go. Because you have no political instincts. You have no ability to seal the fucking deal. Not even when everyone in the world can see how to make Trump stick his own nuts in a blender and push ‘puree’ all on his own.
Your brother wouldn’t have screwed that up. Your brother, the man most of the country still thinks of as an idiot, the man most of the country still despises as incompetent, would have done it right. You? You failed when it mattered the most. And not even because you gave it your best effort and came up short. You failed because you stopped trying, and decided to stand there and look all pleased with yourself like you were expecting mommy to pop up and stick a gold star on the fridge.
You made this. And now your ‘solution’ is to tell everyone else to stop trying? To not vote?
STFU, Jeb. And just keep shutting the fuck up. Your brother’s a war criminal. Your father is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands, both in having helped Reagan supply chemical weapons to Iraq, and in having been one of the principle parties involved in IRAN-CONTRA, and the death squads we ran in Central America.
And I’d take either one of them over you. In a heartbeat. Rat bastards or not, they knew how to be decisive when it mattered. They knew how to step up and answer a challenge—even if they did it badly, they fucking did it.
You? You’re the kid who failed out of Pee-wee baseball critiquing Nolan Ryan on his fucking technique.
Go away, Jebya. You blew it.