….I always thought Hillary Clinton was a smart woman.
But it turns out she’s a con. She’s conned herself into believing
she could be our next President. Or at least that it was worth a try.
It’s not worth a try. Not a chance. Not in the good ole’ US of A where
the men swagger in bespoke suits or have beer foam on their lips and-- symbolically at least-- the women bake cookies. The typical female CEO
of a major corporation bakes cookies while she’s squaring off her nails and putting clear polish on them. Of course the baked goods are for the family but especially for His Self, the drywall expert. The cookies help assuage her guilt, from which she’ll never recover while she occupies a corner office.
Fast forward--now the election is over and all the monies Hillary cobbled together over the years from investments, senator’s salary, paid speeches, and public appearances are gone. The donations from loyal followers—certain that the “time of the woman had come”--are gone. Republicans who secretly spent money and beat the drum for her nomination are chuckling over brandies at their exclusive men’s clubs. Of course they were in on the con; they knew Hillary was doomed. They helped to doom her.
Who misled this woman? Did her husband have a hand in it? If so, what were his motives? Well, the two were always competitors and not just in public, but between themselves. He may have felt she needed a good whacking for overreaching, for trying to copy him, for making an ungodly mess out of the creation of a National Health Plan that he assigned her. And for her wronged wife act, with a balled up teary hanky in one hand, and her public martyrdom--bearing up gracefully--after his last dalliance.” You go, girl! You deserve it!” He might have said one night over cookies and milk.
Mr. Bush claims he doesn’t read the Polls. Apparently, neither does Hillary.
I think she doesn’t want to know; and that it would destroy her morale and determination. Hillary is hubric. Her supreme self-confidence does not let her feel doubts or free-floating anxieties. She honed those skills after eight years in the White House and a marriage—steeped in politics-- to Bill.
Here are her problems: Women do not like Hillary. Men will not vote for a woman for the presidency, especially in wartime, and especially after what we’ve been through the last six years with the real con. What men and women want is an honest Liberal with a square jaw, broad shoulders, an eye-contact kind of guy, who plays alto and baritone and wears a size 37 suit.
Not a school teacher in sensible oxfords, who carefully enunciates every word for her class of idiots, knows all things by rote, and who never fails to carefully repeat for the slow and dim in speech after speech.
Women especially do not like Hillary because she was never placed on a pedestal, but clambered up herself unheralded and uninvited. She is not a woman’s woman. Nor is she a man’s woman. She’s her own woman and that’s why she will never be nominated. Also, she is wife of Bill—a connection not to be dismissed. Oh, that doesn’t mean women don’t like that wicked Bill Clinton. Women love Bill, and would vote for him at the flick of an eyelash.
But not for the woman standing in front of a blackboard, and explaining it carefully to all of us. They don’t want another “explainer in chief,” if you will.
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