Former White House aide, Roger Stone, is set to drop a book in February on the American dynasty that is the Bush family, and is supposedly going to expose the political powerhouse lineage’s skeletons for all of the world to read. One of those allegations being thrown around by Stone is that Jeb was a closet nose candy enthusiast before his presidential run.
From Radar Online:
“Jeb had snorted lines of cocaine at the vice president’s residence at the Naval Observatory on the night of Vice President George H.W. Bush‘s election to the presidency.
“A prominent Tallahassee lobbyist told me he had also snorted coke with Jeb Bush, which the [then-Florida] governor said he did largely out of boredom with the slow pace of the state capital.”
Jeb, you sly dog. I see you. Your campaign has been trailing off into obscurity since Trump stuffed you into a locker over and over again during the debates. The general public sees you as this ho-hum, stale saltine in this political game that has become increasingly about flash, and you’re already behind the eight ball with the country’s Bush fatigue. So what’s your move? Snorting that eight ball, of course. Genius.
You can’t tell me Jeb and his people had nothing to do with the release of this information. It’s too coincidental. Just when it looked like it was time to pack up shop and go back to the ranch into the comforting arms of Barbara and looks of disappointment by H.W., Jeb heaves up this Hail Mary. Suddenly, he’s not so bland. Now he has edge to him that other Republican candidates can’t replicate and just comes across like a normal fucking dude — unlike Rubio’s overhand cornhole playing ass and the most punchable face on the planet, Ted Cruz.
Welcome back into the race, Jeb..
[via Radar Online]
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