Twelve hours after State of the Union night came to a close, my sense is that the chattering class has reached a consensus about Marco Rubio’s awkward Big Gulp: specifically, that it genuinely did drown out the message he was trying to communicate to the public; and that this is an unfortunate outcome for the same talented pol whose convention speech got flushed down the memory hole last year when Clint Eastwood yelled at a chair.

The consensus is somewhat silly in as much the same people who reached it have all the power in the world to flip it on its head if they think that’s important. But assuming they don’t, I’d like to plant a flag for the counterintuitive argument that Rubio’s unexpected thirstiness was the best thing that could have happened to him. Read More

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