I can see Bubba as an old man, fighting the invisible demon he's named "Internet" in his head. It's already a scary place inside that dude's mind, but the death match will be never-ending for him once he gets to that point. The Internet is his undoing. I don't know of a better way to put it. Every time he flubs, every picture, every sound bite, every everything he does is recorded by people who've got his number.
It was nostalgic, watching Clinton point and wag that bony finger of indignation and bite his lip, and lie....