Marco Rubio, 2016
Like many many Americans, my wife thinks Marco Rubio is cute. She hates it when I point out that he’s balding faster than Bruce Willis in his Moonlighting TV series and already has the look of a fat man ready to burst out of a young body. You know that look. It’s the look most corrupt old urban pols had before they started bloating up on bribes in office.
But this isn’t a political post. It’s just a warning to all you charisma junkies. Prompted by my seeing Sarah Palin on Fox & Friends this morning. She was co-hosting. In a miniskirt and strappy spike heels.
Not quite her outfit today, but it was still in the ballpark.
Amazing woman. After all the disgusting sexual insult and abuse she has been subjected to, she’s still not afraid to be the hot chick absolutely everyone knows she is.
Trust me. I’ve got this.
Marco’s little spike of popularity is wilting. If not today, then soon and for the rest of his life. Count on it.
Selecting her was the single biggest “proof” of McCain’s competence to govern. And then he squandered it.
Rubio’s current words and actions seem like “unforced errors”–at least the ones I’ve read about, though I admit I don’t know the whole story. I don’t think many people hate immigration or the idea of immigration. They hate the idea that the immigrants who follow the rules have to go through years of paperwork and government bullshit, while the ones who break the law usually just get waved on by. The law (in every realm, not just immigration) has always been difficult and inconsistent, but it’s becoming more and more clear that it’s pretty much a crapshoot, and like craps, it’s always loaded in the casino’s favor.