Bobby Jindal’s presidential aspirations blew up tonight like a cheap condom on the end of a fire hose.
Let’s start from the beginning. I got home tonight too late to see either address. The lovely mrs tbogg, wine glass perched delicately in her elegant fingers, was sitting before the TV idly swirling her adult beverage. She turned to me and said in her deeply melodious voice, "That Jindal guy is a twerp."
That was one of nicer thing said about him this evening.
This one is not going to go away and it won’t need a Tina Fey to drive it like a stake into his heart.
How bad was it?
Townhall’s Amanda Carpenter has always struck me a young lady of simple All-American tastes, who would be dazzled by a fistful of carnations and the early bird special at Applebees. Tonight:
Well, I don’t feel as good about the Jindal response as I did earlier today.
There was a cheesy, salesman-like quality to the response that I don’t think connected with the Rick Santelli-inspired anger so many Republicans are feeling right now. And, I’m pretty sure he’s going to be SNL’s next target. His speech tempo was just, so weird.
Enough complaning from me. He didn’t pass the primetime test and it makes me sad. I don’t want to dwell.
Oh dear. One can almost see an evening spent on the couch beneath a Snugglie, a pitcher of Twisted Devils at hand and a Gretchen Wilson CD blasting away on the stereo until the police show up and pound on the door.
Speaking for the more or less Y chromosome side of the aisle, Ol’ Bacon ‘n Playdoh hisself:
Awful. He walked out like an earnest dork and has a weird inflection, trying to sound upbeat and sunny when it’s clearly not his natural metier. It sounds false, and he looks false.
I don’t care how much of a star Jindal is, America doesn’t elect somewhat-off dorks as president.
Calling someone else a "dork".
There’s not enough Bactine™ in the world to make that sting go away.