I just got turned on to this story from theMiami Herald via the paper's politics blog, Naked Politics, in which Jeb Bush's sudden desire to assume control of a furniture store he was shopping in is played up for some chuckles. Me, I see it as an analogy for everything that is wrong with Jeb's character -- the wanton hubris and utter disregard for every other human on the planet. The story then goes on to detail Jeb's slow march into the anonymity of private life. But no need to worry there. He'll be back. Jeb Bush's political career is like the cockroach. You can snuff one, but there's always more.

Jeb Bush, who really thinks you need to feng shui your place.

He'll always be there, ace, the rest of our days, to paraphrase Charlie Sheen. Anyway, the fact that Jeb's moving into new digs in the 305 makes my skin crawl. The last thing I need is to see him lurking around Coral Gables, stealing candy from babies on Lincoln Road Mall, high-fiving the Cubans down at Versailles. He's had a long, weird ride, but it is far from over.