Jeb Bush, having a blast
Old Jeb (circa Saturday, Oct. 24):
If this election is about how we're going to fight to get nothing done, then I don't want anything, I don't want any part of it. I don't want to be elected president to sit around and see gridlock just become so dominant that people literally are in decline in their lives. That is not my motivation. I've got a lot of really cool things I could do other than sit around, being miserable, listening to people demonize me and me feeling compelled to demonize them. That is a joke. Elect Trump if you want that.
New Jeb (circa Monday, Oct. 26):
Yeah, I am, I'm having a blast. I'm getting my views validated and challenged at the same time. It's a phenomenal way to grow intellectually, spiritually, physically I'm in phenomenal shape for an old 62-year-old guy. In fact, I think we ought to have five-hour debates. Not two-hour debates.
From "sitting around and being miserable" to "having a blast" in just two days! It's almost as though someone whispered in Jeb's ear that whining about how hard running for president sucks is not really something he should say out loud. But even if different words are now coming out of his mouth—though really, he's using his campaign to "grow spiritually"?—his body language is still saying the same thing: He sucks at this, and it sucks to be doing this.
Also, a five-hour debate? That might be the only way Jeb could win this race, because everyone else would die of sheer boredom.