The Bushes, Led by W., Rally to Make Jeb ‘45’

WASHINGTON — When Jeb Bush decides whether to run for president, there will be no family meeting à la Mitt Romney, no gathering at Walker’s Point in Kennebunkport to go over the pros and cons. “I don’t think it’ll be like a big internal straw poll,” said his son, Jeb Bush Jr.

But if there were, the results of the poll are pretty much in. As Mr. Bush nears a decision to become the third member of his storied family to seek the presidency, the extended Bush clan and its attendant network, albeit with one prominent exception, are largely rallying behind the prospect and pulling the old machine out of the closet.

“No question,” Jeb Jr. said in an interview, “people are getting fired up about it — donors and people who have been around the political process for a while, people he’s known in Tallahassee when he was governor. The family, we’re geared up either way.” Most important, he added, his mother, Columba, the prospective candidate’s politics-averse wife, has given her assent.

Thanks for nothing, BykrBayb. I had. You're like one of those people that walk into a bar or at work starts an argument over something discussed the week prior.

DJ MacWoW: Labeling me stupid...dishonest...clueless and asserting I ...attacked him... for citing Bush's own words is bad manners. It was an emotional attack on your part in hysterical defense of a man that laid the groundwork for the current state of this country.

I cited his own words and the irony in your attack of me in your apparently-dishonest use of a Thomas Jefferson quote and your response was

Oh get off your high horse and get real.

You challenged me to to defend my statements and, when I relented, you responded with an emotional/Progressive/Alinsky mocking straight out of Rules for Radicals.

And you label me as "...lacking simple logic..." in your continuing emotional attack?

It would be humorous if it weren't 'desperate'. Quite pathetic, actually...

I'm not even sure you understand 'irony' or 'metaphor', as your use of 'English' is atrocious. I never "...talked..." about you. Under different circumstances, I would label you a troll. You bore me. The only bright side? Your words stimulated a morning deuce of significant magnitude; most helpful, you are. Moving forward, you do not exist.

Do you really understand a 'metaphor'? (That was a 'rhetorical' question; look it up. 'Rhetorical', too.)

Have a nice Day!

You’re welcome. I just did what any good FReeper does when they stumble across somebody talking smack about another FReeper behind their back.

You’ve been here long enough to know what a courtesy ping is. You should also know that the open forum is, well, open. If you want to say something privately, without all of FReeperdom being able to see it, use FReepmail.

Before you go any farther, I suggest you google “netiquette,” and bone up on the basics.

THERE'S A FLY IN MY SOUP
I cooked a pot of short rib soup today. My friend dropped by but couldn't stay.
She tasted my soup, "Mmmmm, it's super yummy!" Said it really warmed up her tummy.
Told me she really needed my help. It was something she couldn't do by herSelf.
I really wanted to eat my soup. But the tire was flat on her red Dodge coup.
I looked at the pot with the steam coming out. I had to wait longer, all I could do was pout.
We finally finished fixing her car. She needed some girl talk so we went to a bar.
I felt my tummy, gurgle and growl. It got louder then sounded more like a howl.
She and her boyfriend had a big tiff. Said she needed to drink something stiff.
I tried to listen to what she said. But my short rib soup kept popping up in my head.
I'd say "Oh really? That's too bad. It hurts me to see you ,oh so sad." After an hour or two I finally got home. After all that drinking I needed to sit on my throne.
When I opened my door and walked in. A fly flew past me and landed on my chin.
It flew around n around n around n aRound. What drove me nuts was that buzzing sound.
After awhile I just didn't care. My scalp itched 'cause it landed in my hair.
Jeez, I just wanted to eat my soup. It all started with my friends little red coup.
I got a bowl and filled it up. Then poured ice cold water in my cup.
I sat down, slid my chair in. I got my spoon, dinner was about to begin.
I dipped in my spoon and what did I see? That darned fly looking up at me.
It was floating on it's back and didn't sink. It smiled at me and that fly winked!
I sipped my water quenching my thirst. That fly tasted my soup first.
I waited so long to taste my soup. "Cause I helped my friend fix her little red coup.
The fly stared me down and wouldn't blink. He flipped, swam unDer but wouldn't sink.
So I smiled at the fly and opened my jaw.
And I ate that fly whole and raw.
LavendarPink 7-24-13

So you're the FReeper netiquette police.
Nice. /s
Perhaps you should take a page from your own words: Metaphorically putting words in another's mouth is 'rude'. But everyone knows what they say about opinions, as obviously your opinion of 'talking smack' is different than my own./s/s
You villepend well. /s/s/s
Thanks for the warning. /s/s/s/s
Great...another fly.../s/s/s/s/s

Have a nice day!

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