My sister just walked into my room and said that she was “a fond of long sentences”. I don’t really care. Sure, I twitted her about it, but it’s not a huge deal. Simmilarly with President Bush. I don’t really care how he said things. It was always his expressed wishes rather than his expressions which bothered me:
“I’m the decider, and I decide what is best. And what’s best is for Don Rumsfeld to remain as the secretary of defense.”—Washington, D.C., April 18, 2006
The problem here is not “I’m the decider”, childish as that is. The problem with this sentence is that he “decided” to keep “Don Rumsfeld” as “Secretary of Defense”. This was a disastrous idea that cost hundreds of American lives and made American manifestly less safe.
Likewise, I’m nonplussed by the fact that Jeb Bush missed a bit of world history. To me, It’s rather easy to imagine that as a child Jeb heard his father say something, and made an assumption that he never– as an adult– had cause to question. That’s the sort of embarrassing thing that simply happens to everyone from time to time.
Much more worrisome is that Jeb Bush is giving Golden Swords to fellow lawmakers…