I remember sitting on a barstool in a Florida dive down the road from my college — where the drinks were cheap and nuclear and the bartender casually racist — watching the 2000 recount unfold with increasing certainty that things were about to become very bad, and realizing that Jeb Bush was going to be in my life forever. His brother would be president, and he, the preferred son all along, would wait in the wings. This was just the way it had been since 1994 and how it would be for the both of us, from now on. Sidebar The Electability Spin Machine » Now it's over. The Other Jeb will collect seven figures a year running some crooked charter school foundation. As...
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