I’ve suffered through three Bush presidencies. Sort of.

Before moving to California in 1990, I attended Gulliver Academy, a private primary-secondary school where George Bush “the third” — Jeb’s eldest son, grandson of the then-sitting POTUS, his namesake — was President of our Student Body. I wish I could tell tales of his stereotypical Bush “presidency” but I have no memories of it other than his little brother was in my grade and they both seemed impossibly tan.