Even though no one appears to have taken notice of the fact, Bobby Jindal just won’t go away.
He’s like the little boy at the store trying to get his mom to buy him a candy bar but Mom has this way of ignoring him as only a long-suffering mother can.
You know the kid I’m talking about: “Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Maaaaaaaa-maaaa.”
Meanwhile, Mom just keeps on pushing the cart down the aisles as she shops for flour, sugar, roast, milk, etc.
Yeah, Bobby Jindal’s just like that.
While the rest of us go about our every day lives trying to make the mortgage payment, pay the utility bills and worry about how we’re going to pay for college tuition (thanks largely to Jindal’s having stripped state colleges of about 75 percent of their state funding), Bobby just keeps plugging along with his Wall Street Journal op-eds as if any of Louisiana’s beleaguered citizens were still listening.
It wasn’t enough that Jindal embarrassed the state with his Republican RESPONSE to President Obama’s State of the Union Address back in 2009 or that he humiliated himself with that numbingly silly ANNOUNCEMENT TO HIS CHILDREN in 2015 that he was running for President that he had the poor judgment to not only videotape but to upload to YouTube.
Nor is it sufficient that a few months back he found it necessary to summon his wife from their house to help him determine how the garbage can should be situated for curbside pickup. He had walked around the container several times in an attempt to figure out how it worked but finally gave up and called on Supriya’s engineering expertise, albeit hers is a chemical engineering degree.
And apparently, Bobby has yet to learn my email address because I still receive his missives, though they are appearing with less frequency than those daily updates about how well he was running in Iowa as he labored in vain to break through that 1 magical percent barrier in a crowded Republican field. Of course, if you went by his daily bulletins, you’d never have known he wasn’t a lock for the nomination.
So now, private citizen Jindal is churning out the op-eds for the WSJ. What remains a mystery is how the editors of a publication of such a stellar reputation as the WSJ could ever deem his opinions as being remotely relevant to the national debate. Bobby Jindal is history after having bankrupted this state for eight years.
Think back: When did he ever not have to institute midyear budget cuts? The answer? Never. Every one of his years was marked by draconian cuts to health care and higher education, a trend that has, despite the lessons that should have been learned, been carried forward by shallow-minded Republicans in the Legislature and a Democratic governor who has failed miserably in getting specifics of his message across to the voters.
On Sunday, I received this email from Jindal:
Dear Friend (“Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Maaaaaaaa-maaaa.”),
I recently wrote an oped (sic) for the Wall Street Journal discussing President Trump’s path to reelection. Those who write-off his chances should be careful. Increasing extremism on the democrat (sic) side combined with the strong potential of a third-party candidate is just the scenario President Trump needs heading into 2020.
I hope you will take time to read the full article.
Best,
Bobby (“Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Maaaaaaaa-maaaa.”)
Kasich Could Be Trump’s Best Hope
An independent candidacy could split voters who dislike the Democrats but can’t abide the president.
The Wall Street Journal
Bobby Jindal
“…But the base isn’t enough to win, and Mr. Trump so far shows little sign of picking up new supporters. Thus, a challenger is not sufficient—Mr. Trump needs a candidate who siphons off not only Republican Never-Trumpers, but moderates who might otherwise vote for the Democrat. Fortunately for him, the Democrats are making themselves increasingly unattractive to those moderates.”
The email ended with a link to click on to read the rest of the article.
He was a lousy governor and an even lousier candidate for President. I had no reason to believe he’d be any better as a political pundit, so I didn’t bother.
“Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, Maaaaaaaa-maaaa.”

