Dynasty Unchained
George P Bush, son of Jeb, grandchild of George, and nephew of W, got on I-10 out of Florida one morning and drove until he could find a place to run for office.
He ran out of gas on God’s side of the Sabine River, which was probably not all that pleasing to God or to me.
He figures it’s his right to hold public office and get rich off of it. As drunken, insane cowboy poet Hank Williams, Jr. says, “it’s a family tradition.”
So, he snorted around Austin to find which job would be easiest to win and came up with Land Commissioner because there’s going to Musical Public Office Chairs in Texas in two years and Land Commission is up for grabs.
In Texas the Land Commissioner doesn’t have much to do with land, kinda like Railroad Commissioner doesn’t have anything to do with railroads. They just had to give the jobs those titles because Head of Public Kickbacks and Corruption doesn’t fit nicely on an office door.
Land Commissioner manages the Permanent Schools Fund, which pays for public education. The job also includes Veteran’s affairs. Now, ponder on this. Do you want a man who doesn’t believe in public education to manage the money for public education? And while he is a veteran, I seriously doubt he truly understands veterans who come home and can’t find a job.
So, second generation screw-up George P gives an interview to the Dallas Morning News. Throughout the interview he refers to himself as “we.”
That scares me because I do not know who “we” are but I’m real afraid that this sentence tell me.
“It’s much like starting a business,” Bush said, “and having people who have been there and done it and run statewide, it’s definitely been helpful.”
Yep. A family business.