Here's one easy way the Republican primaries could go.
Let's say you've got your saggy Scott Brown, your Rand Paul, maybe your Ted Cruz on the outside… and then up front, your Marco Rubio and your Jeb Bush. I just can't take Mike Huckabee seriously, even though he's polling first right now. (In this hypothetical universe, it's, predictably, all men: Everyone decides Nikki Haley is too young, Mary Fallin never gets any steam, and Sarah Palin sticks her head out and everyone's checkbooks retreat in terror and she goes away again.)
How LOL is this?
Jeb is the money leader early out, just because a Bush raises [...]
You know what? Hillary Clinton is going to wear whatever she wants, and if you've got a problem with that, tough, because the woman just does not care.
I'm so pleased to report that yesterday's story about Mierle Ukeles is, as I suspected, a bit too pat to be true. (It contains "wisps of truths," she says—and they're good wisps!) I'm pleased because I loved the story but I disliked the moral. Also? Hillary Clinton was just coughing in the situation room in that already-famous photograph. This is the deal with narrative, am I right?
Former Bush speechwriter Matt Latimer has a book coming out about that administration's final days, and GQ's got an excerpt. The whole thing is worth a read, but here's one of my favorite parts: The president assesses his potential successors.
Mark Penn, chief pollster for Hillary Clinton's 2008 presidential campaign, tells ABC that had John Edwards chosen not to run because of the whole affair-and-babymaking thing, "it would have been a very different race," because Edwards voters were "focused on demographics" and Hillary would have been their other white meat. "We will never know for sure," says Penn, for whose sterling services Clinton still owes $2.3 million, "but it will be the woulda, coulda, shoulda of this race." Or, you know, one of them.