Since the voters apparently have thrown out the Handbook of Conventional Political Wisdom (HCPW) for this presidential cycle, we will ignore the “orange cats should be observers, not pundits” section. At least today.

Much has been made about how Donald Trump has “tapped into a vein of discontent blah blah blah.”

Has it occurred to anybody that part of Trump’s broadening appeal to Republican voters is that he gives the candidate known only as Jeb! a wedgie every chance he gets? (Jeb is apparently ashamed of his surname; Trump puts his on everything he builds.)

I know, Trump has insulted most of his other 15 rivals, but he saves his best for Jeb. Scheduling a late campaign event in New Hampshire a few miles away from Jeb’s was a masterstroke. After far outdrawing him, Trump plunged in the dagger: “You know what’s happening to Jeb’s crowd right down the street? They’re sleeping now.”

Jeb’s counterattack: “Mr. Trump doesn’t have a proven conservative record. He was a Democrat longer in the last decade than he was a Republican.”

To which several old farts in snooty clubs jumped up and clapped.  (“That’s telling him, old sport.”)

George W. Bush probably called Barbara and said, “Mom, why did you always like him best?”

Everybody else realized why they don’t like Jeb. They don’t hate dislike him personally the way some people hate Scott Walker or Chris Christie. In general, they just object to the HCPW and the concept of Jeb’s donor class, establishment-soaked candidacy.

Quickly, this development from the Democratic royal family: Buzzards have been spotted circling Hillary’s campaign.

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