By Bill Whittle
Guess what, Jeb Bush has officially announced his candidacy for President of the United States.
Now, to me, it looked like a joyless, heavily-staged, enthusiasm suite ritual, much like the baptism of the royal heir or some other pointless ceremonial drudgery. Now this, of course, is coming on the heels of Hillary Clinton's announcement, one of the 13 or 14 times that she's announced that she, too, is running for the top job.
Hillary's campaign has been something less than a snowy white dove released into an azure blue sky. It's been the kind of scandal-plagued disaster that makes one look at people running from the collapse of the flaming wreckage of the Hindenburg and mutter to themselves, those lucky bastards, under one's breath.
Now, both the Bush camp and the Clinton camp want to sell the American people on the idea of dynasty and they're both doing it in the same way emphasizing things like experience and leadership and connections.
But if the truth be told, and one of the major perks of coming from a great house is a facility for shading the truth, the real reason both of them are running is because that's what Bushes and Clintons do. They run for president.
Now, I'm not alone in noting that neither of these mediocre people really seem to want the job. Both of them seem to labor under the burden of unmet expectations. Neither one seems genuine, neither one seems to have anything new to say, and as I said, neither one seems to be having very much fun at all.
You know, they have something else in common, these two, and that's the scathing contempt for the common person.