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Hillary jumps the shark
Not a good debate tonight for Hillary Clinton. From her pettiness at the outset (Waaah, why do I always get asked the first questions, waaaah, don’t you watch Saturday Night Live? You guys love Obama more than meeeee! Stick a pillow under him, why dontcha?) to her dog-with-a-bone act over health care, she looked desperate, not presidential.
The true shark-jumping moment came when Tim Russert asked Obama about Louis Farrakhan’s support for him. Russert wanted to know, do you reject Farrakhan’s support? Obama replied that he has repeatedly denounced Farrakhan for his antisemitism.
What does Hillary do? At 5:55 on that video: “You asked specifically if he would reject it [Farrakhan’s support] and there’s a difference between denouncing and rejecting . . .”
Hmm. You know, she’s right:
Reject 1 a: to refuse to accept, consider, submit to, take for some purpose, or use <rejected the suggestion> <reject a manuscript> b: to refuse to hear, receive, or admit
Denounce 1: to pronounce especially publicly to be blameworthy or evil
<they denounced him as a bigot>
Denounce is the stronger word, and that’s the one Obama used. You would think Hillary would have more respect for words, given that her hubs will probably be scorned for all time for his mincing of the word “is.” Words matter. But, I forgot — she’s not running on her rhetorical gifts.
In any case, Obama’s reply hit it out of the park (6:22). Bwaaahaahaha. And the audience loved it, too.
“Good, good, excellent,” Hillary replied — as if she had just scored a major victory. Riiight.
D.
Holy moly, when did she start wearing that much make-up?? And I’m just glad Barack is starting to look more relaxed in debates.
She did NOT look good. Karen pointed out her thighs (when she walked onto the stage early on) and suggested the campaign’s Dunkin Donuts budget was all Hillary’s fault.
*retracts claws*
When I was the Agra site officer for Chelsea’s spring break tour of South Asia (oh, excuse me, for the important first visit of a FLOTUS, ie. First Lady of the U.S., to India since Jackie O, I mean Kennedy, to further crucial foreign policy goals like visiting the Taj Mahal and Mother Theresa), one of the White House people, a PR flak from Dept. of Ed, who ran the Clinton campaign in NM (the second string was with us; the pros were in Delhi) made sure that the press would be located in such a way to prevent taking photos that might emphasize her lower half in an unflattering way. So, I don’t think this campaign can be blamed.
All that cattiness aside, I still have the photos (me, Chelsea, Hillary, and one of my long suffering, excellent Indian staff members). Our Ambassador, who ever after set the standard for my expectations of the President’s representatives overseas, was gracious enough to introduce me to Hillary. What impressed me was that several days later she remembered me (not the name, but where we had met) when she was doing the rope line (when the adoring/photo-seeking people stand in a line and the pol walks down shaking hands).
I just cannot fathom why people want to run for public office. Who among us could stand such detailed scrutiny of our past, every comment, every associate, books checked out at the library, Amazon purchases, etc.? Since I can’t figure it out, I don’t trust them and their motivations (really they are like space aliens). At least the big O is talking about positive things and not clearly promising more nasty business as usual. Maybe I’m naive, maybe there’s no way to go back to a more cooperative approach, but Hillary isn’t even trying.
My evil twin has been singing “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” with every new article on how she’s stumbling.
Of course, one steps back and admits one couldn’t do it better oneself (not that I or others would want me to). In some ways, it’s amazing how quick we are to judge, but then candidates by definition ask us to.
Sorry for the long, rambling and disjointed post – she just brings out the rant in me.
Hi Kira!
Yes, we’re not a particularly Hillary-friendly family either. It’s the phoniness, the calculated approach to politics, the infamous triangulation which has put us off Hillary forever. We’re hoping she crashes and burns so badly in this campaign that it ruins her for politics forever. Oh, I’ll be kind and maybe I’ll let her stay in the Senate . . . particularly since I can’t vote in New York, anyway.
We’re also wondering: how soon until the divorce? Cuz you know they’re just staying together for the power.
You know, one difference between Canadian and American politics is that I don’t think I can recall anyone mentioning the size of a female Canadian politician’s ass. I’m sure some have done it, but not enough to make an impression on me.
Hilary is pushing sixty (or she may be over, I dunno. I just know she ain’t 35). Most women that age have grown some ass, just like most men that age have grown some gut. I can see why they might arrange photo ops in an attempt to hide it, can’t you?
Because otherwise, in a nation that is going to be a long time recovering from the naked three-ring-including-elephants circus orgy of mismanagement of the last eight years (only Buchanan was worse, and that is a measure of how spectacularly bad Buchanan was), people would be talking about the size of a candidates ass rather than her health care plan.
Now that I think about it, it is arguable that Buchanan was worse: he took over a country with big problems and did nothing effective, allowing it to slide into civil war. Bush took a thriving country and rammed it, head first, into the toilet.
Bush surpassed all other Worsts long ago. He shoved more than the country into the toilet — think of the deficit, the Constitution, the thousands of dead and tens of thousands of wounded soldiers, their devastated families, essentially a generation of lives touched by the Hand of Chimpie. He has forever lowered the bar for presidential behavior and has made despotism part of the toolkit for future presidents. Nothing short of a trial and conviction in the Hague would begin to set things right.
/rant