I don't really want
to hate her, but I just can't help it.
On a recent episode of HBO’s
Real Time, host Bill Maher theorized that there was no good
reason to hate Hillary Clinton. Maher surmised that any person
who claims malice for Clinton does so not because Hillary is worthy
of spite but because that person has a problem with himself. As
a steadfast, long-time Hillary hater, I found Bill’s insight
particularly disturbing. Sure, there is plenty wrong with me,
anyone who knows me will surely confirm, but compared to Hillary
Clinton I am worthy of knighthood, sainthood, and being honored
in any ‘hood of Arkansas, the same Arkansas Mrs. Rodham
Clinton spent 13 years of her adult life before selling out in
the blink of an eye.
Hillary’s latest soul selling occurred
during the senator’s recent campaign trip through Ohio.
Taking the stage before her usual crowd of male cheerleaders and
yes-women, Hillary used the Youngstown pulpit to chest-thump,
sugar coat, and desperately attempt to scrounge as many votes
as she could in hopes of upending the Barack Obama juggernaut.
Fair enough, that is what politicians do, and the sheep bayed
in unison. It was, for the most part, business as usual, that
is, until her speech found certain punctuation that surpassed
even Hillary’s already loathsome standards.
During the speech, Hillary reached inside
her podium to reveal a pair of blue, autographed boxing gloves.
“What’s with the boxing gloves?” I immediately
pondered, “Is Hillary a fight fan? Maybe she’s not
so loathsome after all!” Au contraire. Seizing an opportunity
as only she can, Hillary held the gloves aloft and went on to
compare her presidential plight to that of Youngstown’s
own Kelly Pavlik, the recently crowned middleweight boxing champion
of the world, a comparison not even a moron could fall for.
For those who don’t know, Kelly Pavlik
is a born and bred Youngstown fighter who has lived and fought
in obscurity in his hometown until recently upsetting the middleweight
champion of the world to become a local hero. Even after the victory,
however, Pavlik has remained loyal to Youngstown, and throngs
of supporters make the trek wherever he fights. When Hillary mentioned
Pavlik, the crowd, of course, ate it up.
As if comparing her electoral plight to that
of a young man who lives in the same neighborhood he was born
and who hasn’t changed a lick even after finding success
isn’t ridiculous enough, there is an even worse connotation
lying just below the despicable surface of her comment. Wasn’t
Pavlik scheduled to fight Jermaine Taylor, the recently dethroned
champion, that night? And hold up a minute, isn’t Jermaine
Taylor the boxer from Little Rock, Arkansas who sports maroon
trunks in the ring, performs the Soooo-eeeee! Razorback shuffle,
and still lives in Arkansas even though he is rich and famous?
Yes, indeed. For all intents and purposes, Jermaine Taylor practically
IS the face of Arkansas, that is, if Bill and Hillary Clinton
weren’t the most famous Razorbacks in the country.
Wow, just when you think Hillary might not
stoop she instead rolls on the floor. What a scumbag! Little is
lower than Hillary selling-out Arkansas for some cheap pops in
Ohio.
Now I ask you, Bill Maher: am I unjustified
in despising Hillary Clinton for this kind of panderific publicity
stunt? Come on, Bill, you’re the skeptic, you’re the
guy that hates political bullshit, and yet you don’t see
anything contradictory or loathsome about this manufactured, grandstanding,
monarchical, self-entitled cretin? If that’s the case, Bill,
then I’ve only one thing left to write:
Let’s go Obama!!!
Hillary doing it and doing it and doing
it well... pandering, that is.
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