Today, Jeb Bush threw his hat into the ring and someone threw it back at him.
"You," the man in his twenties wearing boots, jeans, and snuggling underwear, said, "look better in it than I do."
Jeb looked at him, smiled, and said, "You're right, pardner."
The crowd laughed and then quieted.
"I'm ready to run today, friends, for the presidency of the US of A.
And I need your help. I'm not too experienced in this presidency stuff."
Someone from the crowd hooted, "Your damn right," and a lot of people laughed. "Your as dumb as your brother!"
"Brother?" Jeb asked. "What makes you think I've got a brother?"
"You know George," the stranger said.
"Hell no," Jeb said. "I don't have a brother George."
"And," someone else said, "you have a father named George."
"No," Jeb said. "I don't have a father named George. I'm a virgin birth."
"Virgin birth," a lady in a bright pink dress said credulously.
"Yeah, so I don't have any of the dumb genes in that family especially from George, my alleged brother."
"I'm glad," a lady in jeans and a white blouse said, "to hear that because we don't have to worry about some kind of Bush dynasty.
"Just vote for me because I'm me, " Jeb said. "I'm against everything, so you don't have to think to much about my platform. Except the rich, and the oil people, and things like that."
Dallas Gazette and Times
Reported by the one and only "Black-Rock" Nelson.