It's fashionable these days to compare our national politics to HBO's "Game of Thrones," that bloody and sexually explicit fantasy series where treachery is always rewarded.
But it's not because the men wear codpieces and leather pants.
And it certainly isn't because the noble young queen (milky complexion, blond of hair, dark of brow) walked forth from a raging fire stark naked, festooned by those amazing dragons that draped her shoulders just so.
What draws all the comparisons between our national politics and that medieval fantasyland of barbaric tribes, wizards and blue-eyed devils is this:
Another Bush and another Clinton are reaching lustily for power.
Jeb Bush and Hillary Rodham Clinton are using their family names, playing the great game of ruling houses. Each hopes to seize the republic for their own design and bend us to their will because they know what's good for us.
Another Bush? Another Clinton? Is this really a good thing?
Before America wondered which "Game of Thrones" character Bush would play (Littlefinger) and which character Mrs. Clinton would play (the evil Cersei), remember this:
Passing down public office as if it were a family heirloom has been common in Chicago for more than a century. And I don't think the country should become more Chicago than it already is.
Don't get me wrong — I love Chicago. But when you are taxed under real-life warlords, you end up noticing things. Their clans bundle comfortable lifestyles and multiple public pensions, while we peasants look out at a wasteland. There's nothing entertaining about it.
So another Clinton? Please. Much of the media and the Democratic Party is lined up in support of Hillary Clinton, and they will glorify daughter Chelsea when it's her turn to run for office.
They chatter Hillary's praises, and those who strayed and backed President Barack Obama years ago chatter her praises the loudest. They play the gender card and the Clinton Restoration card, and her party's nomination trembles as she reaches for it.
Hillary fans don't have to worry about the reappearance of Monica Lewinsky, the White House intern who had an affair with her husband, former President Bill Clinton, in the Oval Office when he was her boss.
Monica's story is in the current Vanity Fair — the National Geographic of wealthy metrosexuals. The story doesn't hurt Hillary, it helps her. It allows Hillary to put Monica's anguish away, to seal that envelope so she can tell us later that it's all old news. And then, ask yourself:
What difference, at this point, does it make?
If Clinton had married a guy named Boris Krapnick — instead of Bill Clinton — would she seriously have a shot at the presidency?
Hillary Krapnick? Really?
About the only thing more upsetting than envisioning Hillary on the Iron Throne, speaking in all those varied accents she's used in political life, is another pol sitting there, a Republican named Bush.
Jeb Bush is reaching for the presidency too.
Son of one President Bush, brother of another President Bush, Jeb is now making the big push for the big chair, trying to put the old discredited establishment Republican band back together.