My Administration attacked issues like that with the same focus. We cut taxes every year. Cut the state workforce by 13,000. One year, we enacted six laws aimed at protecting our citizens’ right to bear arms. My opponents called me a lot of names, but the one I liked best was Veto Corleone. I vetoed over 2,500 line items in the state’s budget. We assessed the problem, took on the challenges and gave people the freedom to be creative and come up with solutions. When I was governor, I always believed doing the people’s work was a great joy and an incredible responsibility. I knew that as governor, I had the power to make things happen—not just give speeches. At the beginning of my second term, a friend of mine gave me a clock, which was ticking off the seconds, minutes, hours and days until my term of office was to end. It was a pretty good reminder that my ability to serve Florida was limited only by two things: time and how I used it. There were always more people to help. Jobs to create—we created 1.3 million of them. Small businesses were starting—we had more than 80,000 small businesses start in Florida when I was in office. We had prosperity to launch—and Florida’s households were earning over $1,000 more per year when I left office than when I began. We had a budget to balance, and with the help of $2 billion in vetoes, we achieved a AAA-bond rating.
That is a record I am proud to claim. That is a record I would like to bring to Washington, D.C. And that’s why I am running for President. I’m Jeb Bush, and I want your vote.
Neither your father, Brother nor you are real Conservatives there Jeb.
Had you papa been one he’d have won re-election.
You brothers compassionate conservatism was a sham meant to confuse folks in to thinking he was conservative. He wasn’t, look no further than John (F-ing Roberts).
And as for your sorry RINO ass, “coming here as an illegal is a act of love”?
Jeb, just go the hell away and take your name with you pal.
I remember well how he governed when life was most vulnerable. Matter of fact I can never forget. May God have more mercy on his soul than he did Terri’s.
Her family was never happier than when they were with her.
Not only could they not see her... They couldn’t even give her a drink of water!
That long winded sack o’ horse manure reminded me of the story about the hard working young Mexican boy who labored long hours in an effort to get ahead and lift himself out of poverty, and do you know what he did with his first 50-cent piece?
He married her.
Jeb, the grumpy CHUMP.
Just more blah, blah, blah.
