The betting markets, Bill Clinton, and I agree. It’s Marco. The question for Billy Jeff and the left is, what are you going to do about it? While we know the slanders are coming, we don’t know when, and we don’t know how. It’s their only realistic hope. Hillary can only be elected if she’s able to disqualify her opponent.
Bush country doesn’t look like it going to take this lying down, and that’s a good thing. Throw everything you’ve got at him, I say. Put everything on the table, so that when it’s Clinton’s turn there’s nothing new to say. Make it all old news.
As I’ve been saying, fire should be fought with fire, but Rubio and his campaign are not the ones to do the torching. Especially against a female, attacks can blow back on the attacker. So Future 45 (the next President will be our 45th) and similar superpacs will need to do the deed. I hope to affiliate myself with one. This is the kind of thing that I enjoy, and, if I do say so myself, I know how to do.
I really want to tag Hillary on the racial discrimination that masquerades as benevolent affirmative action. This is the issue that wins the working class whites in the Midwest, and seals the election. And it’s an issue Rubio shouldn’t bring up himself. He wants to be the President of all of America, including blacks. Strident opposition to affirmative action has nothing to do with racism, but a lot of blacks cannot be convinced otherwise, so Marco won’t do this himself.
One idea for an ad is to have four nice looking young women on camera, white, black, Hispanic and Asian. The announcer explains that the government will promote the interests of two of these women at the expense of the other two, and ask why? Then you tie it to Hillary. It’s a work in progress.
What was it like on that debate stage a few days ago, watching Rubio up close? It’s got to be a little demoralizing. This guy is so good, such a natural, that they all knew they were watching a star being born. The showman Trump, in particular, must have been impressed. When the time comes, I want the Donald out on the campaign trail for Marco, so that’s important.
I remember reading some semi-scholarly dissertation on the qualities of a leader, back in paleolithic times. The first was skill in the arts of war. Marco doesn’t have that, but he’s a bit of a jock, getting a college football scholarship. The second was being a personally attractive person, the kind of guy other guys like to be around. The third was communication skills. There were a bunch of others, like intelligence, coolness under fire, and a sense of justice. The one that still counts in today’s world is being liked by the ladies.
Babbie is a 68 year old white woman, married to the same man for 44 years, and not particularly interested in politics. In the first debate she probably saw Rubio on the screen for ten minutes. Afterward she told me it wasn’t even close. It was Rubio. Case closed.
When I first felt the change in the political tide two years ago, I knew it would be historic, but you never know to what extent. I thought it was going to be so strong that it didn’t really need a leader. Anybody, a Kascih, for instance, would do. A modern day Harding, if you will. But by God we’ve got a leader, and an exceptionally skilled one, and an attractive man and family to boot.
We call this site the Reagan Project for a reason — respect for the Gipper. So it’s no disrespect to say it, but Marco Rubio is by far a better politician.
My old buddy Danny Fleming’s boy, Daniel III, is getting married on the beach here at Cabo San Lucas in about 15 minutes. Big Dan can’t be here, but I know he reads this blog. It started raining at 4:30, but stopped after 15 minutes, so everything is cool.