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Catty Clinton
February 29th, 2008Some days I feel like a fool. Other days, a genius.
Today I feel like a prophet.
On the day Hillary — our Carpetbagger in Chief — announced her run for the most powerful job on the planet, I predicted her personality would be her demise. She has always scored low in terms of likability and trust, having the rare skill of alienating people faster than a leper with bad breath. She also has never gained the ability to fake sincerity, something her primary opponent does quite well.
However, those were not the factors on which I predicted her downfall.
My prognostication was that she would break under pressure. Her Highness has long had anger management issues, and was reported to violently snap at Socks the cat as well as Bill the tomcat. Presidential campaigns are pressure cookers and likely to bring even tempered people to a boil. Hillary’s simmering self was bound to bubble over, and through the magic of television, drive even the feminist out of her camp (after all, the only people who hate catty women more than men are other women).
I had expected a volcanic eruption from her. Instead she delivered series of panicked attempts to drown, demean, and denigrate that came across as simultaneously desperate and disingenuous. You would think that being associated with world-class character actors and trained liars, that her coaching would have made her more competent in the same. But, perhaps Bill was too busy banging the paid help (again) to create a viable candidate.
Take the last debate … please. She opens the show complaining about always getting the first and toughest question, then says she’s doesn’t mind. This duplicitous disclaimer was self-contradictory. Worse still her expression while delivering that line — a fake smile nailed onto her face slightly above chin level — showed she very much minded. In effect she contradicted herself twice in once statement.
That beats Hill’s Hubby’s best by one full falsity.
Then she got snide, indirectly mocking Obama by referencing a TV comedy skit about the free ride Barack gets from the media. This was another double disaster. Not only did she show her poorly sharpened claws, she insulted the press.
Never pick a fight with people who buy ink by the barrel.
If the press hates anything more than a non-liberal, it’s being accurately insulted. What little grace the media was willing to afford the Pantsuit Parading Parasite vanished on the swords of their pens. From now until she makes her concession speech, her former friends in the media will expose every gaff she makes and every crippling weakness in her campaign.
Speaking of Bill, I noticed that almost every major news channel has in the past two days has run an brief exposé on how the former Commander Philander sank Hillary’s campaign. It is debatable if the campaign’s death was a murder, suicide, or a combo package. Regardless, the media keeps bringing up Bill’s major race-baiting misstep in South Carolina, and how he appeared to be running for the office himself. These interstitial investigations were framed in the context of Bill killing Hillary.
Had we not all expected just the opposite?
Thankfully the fun is not over. The race remains tight enough that her campaign could toss a few “fear bombs” and swing skittish voters in Texas (a state with more than a few bigots) and Ohio (a state with more than their fair share of bigots). Between Obama’s half Muslim upbringing, to his half African heritage, Hillary has the option of playing the racist card.
If anyone is capable of sinking that low, it would be a Clinton. Expect a newsworthy weekend.
Whenever you find yourself bitching about women, (Hillary in particular), ask yourself - ‘Am I a Cosmic Schmuck?’
And the answer will probably be yes.
http://deoxy.org/wiki/Cosmic_Schmuck_Principle
She is a shameless liar, and a f***ing bitch.
For a supposed Libertarian to ban the word ‘f***’ from his website is I think hypocritical - don’t you?
The word is not against the law.
Maybe the Libertarians would like to banish it.
Libertarians support private property rights — that people can do with their property what they think best. This blog is private property, so selective editing on a personal whim is perfectly in line with libertarian values.
Feel free to say whatever you like in the confines of your living room. I won’t object.
‘From now until she makes her concession speech, her former friends in the media will expose every gaff she makes and every crippling weakness in her campaign’
“You know, I think that a minor blip, you know, if I said something that, you know, I say a lot of things – millions of words a day – so if I misspoke, that was just a misstatement.”
How lame.
‘A couple of weeks earlier she had boasted that: “The role I played [in the Northern Ireland peace process] was instrumental.” Her spokesman added, just in case we failed to get the point: “We would not have peace today if it had not been for Hillary’s hard work in Northern Ireland.”
The former Ulster Unionist leader David Trimble – who with John Hume won the Nobel Peace Prize – showed great self-restraint in describing Mrs Clinton’s claims as a “wee bit silly”. I spoke about this to Tony Blair’s ex-chief of staff Jonathan Powell, who was genuinely “instrumental” in the peace process: with all the tact of a former diplomat he said that he wouldn’t comment on Mrs Clinton’s claims “because I don’t want to tell a lie”.’
[http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/dominic-lawson/dominic-lawson-when-hillary-clinton-tells-such-obvious-mistruths-she-exposes-herself-as-a-fantasist-801709.html]
To some people lying comes naturally.
‘My psychiatrist friend tells me that one of the characteristics of pseudologia fantastica – or pathological lying, in more vernacular language – is that the sufferer tells fibs even when there is no obvious gain to be achieved. He – or she – just wants to be thought to be a much more interesting person.’
‘Then there is Mrs Clinton’s long-held insistence that she was named after the conqueror of Everest, Sir Edmund Hillary. Given that Sir Edmund’s successful ascent of Everest took place six years after Hillary Clinton’s birth, we can see that myth-making is at the very heart of her sense of identity.’
Shouldn’t politicians have to take some kind of oath to tell the truth when talking in public, in much the same way a person is under oath when giving evidence in court? And face criminal charges for lying?
To blatently tell lies and still be taken seriously as a presidential candidate seems obsene, and makes a mockery of an already questionable process.