"He Is Heavy, And He Is My Brother, But I'm Desperate. Please Clap."

Most intelligent Americans have an understandably low opinion of George W. Bush, a.k.a. 43, Dubya, The Decider.  Any objective, honest evaluation of his presidency must place him among our very worst -- unfunded wars, invasions justified by lies, the Great Recession, torture, the bungled Katrina response, etc.

Dubya came to office courtesy of a shaky 5-4 Supreme Court decision ending the recount in Florida.  A recount was necessary because Florida prematurely declared he'd won the state, and with it the presidency.  At the time, the governor of Florida was Dubya's brother Jeb, and before the election was decided by the Supremes, Jeb had tossed up as many recount roadblocks as possible.

So yeah, 43 probably owed his little bro a solid. "Hey Jebster, my little bro-tato chip, I got it!  I'll help ya out with yer campaign.  Photo ops and speech-makin' and such.  Good idea, right?"

Probably not.  At least not in Iowa or New Hampshire.  But now Jeb is desperate.  He invokes his brother every day, because . . . Hail Mary!

Hmmm.  There's no shortage of unintelligent Americans, a lot of them in South Carolina.  Down there, they still like Dubya, for reasons which escape me.  (Guessing it has something to do with keeping all those military paychecks coming.  "Thanks for the wars!")  And, well, South Carolina is the next primary state.  So come on down, Dubya!

At the recent event in Charleston, The Decider spoke first.  He was relaxed, folksy and he cracked wise.  Gomer, Goober and Aunt Bea adored him, just like always.  Then Jeb took the podium and they promptly fell asleep.

Done in Dynasty-land?