|Posted by MLGoodell on March 28, 2016 at 1:30 PM|
The other day, after listening to my latest anti-Trumpster rant, a friend concluded, “Then you’ll vote for Hillary.”
“No,” I said. “I will never vote for Hillary Clinton. The idea of turning the printing presses back on for Clinton, Inc. is just too frightening to contemplate.”
Though it is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of an elective office must be in want of a good fortune, the degree to which Hill and Bill have shown their fealty it is, not surprisingly, beyond the bounds of propriety. If Hillary were to gain the presidency, their monetization of power would approach Third-World-Dictator levels of kleptocracy. They would turn their hundreds of millions into tens of billions. Under the Clinton administration everything would be for sale, except their sense of honor, the sell by date of which has long since expired.
What makes her accession so unpalatable is Hillary simply doesn’t have Bill’s gift for guileless graft. His seemingly genuine warmth and affection for people, his folksiness, gained the forgiveness of multitudes of sins. Was Bill caught lying through his teeth again? Oh, that Bill, what a character. Another bimbo eruption? Oh, that Bill, that Ole Hound Dawg. Another woman’s accused him of rape? Oh, that Bill, he’s such a rascal.
His wife lacks that common touch. There is something so desperately furtive about her that even when she is telling the truth (one presumes), it is hard to think she isn’t lying.
Never is she more hapless than when addressing her four years of foreign policy influence peddling. In an interview with “The Des Moines Register” published Jan. 22 of this year, she dismissed the inflated speaking fees she commanded from special interest groups with business pending with the United States government by declaring, in a tone sounding uncannily like Dirty Harry, “Anybody who thinks they can buy me doesn’t know me.”
Then again, one can easily imagine Hill and Bill responding to every attempt to buy their influence by saying, “Go ahead, make my day.”
As yet another indication of how unprecedented this electoral season has been, the old saw, better the devil you know than the devil you don’t, has been thrown on its ear. When the devil you know is HillBill, the devil you don’t looks better and better.