I have this mental image that every morning Marco Rubio looks into the bathroom mirror as he’s shaving and he says to himself, “Today will be different. Today I will have a spine.”
And today, his spine let him down. Again.
“Someday,” Rubio whispered to himself as his aide walked him away.
Now admittedly, this clown spins with the best of them and due to practice or some innate verbal diarrhea gift from the gods, Jones is really fast in heckling. I don’t think Rubio stood much of a chance against such a gifted BS-er, but this was humiliating having an aide rescue him.