24 May 2008
Assasinate - Rhymes with "playahate"
My flabber has been gasted.
I am fresh out of rage.
Hillary Clinton has graduated from simply calling "a spade a spade" back in South Carolina to reminding us that "I am leading among working class white voters" after Virgina to hauling out the granddaddy of them all, the "let's just burn/shoot/stab a negro because...well, he hasn't done anything wrong, but...well, because we can."
I don't know whether this latest episode "screwed the pooch", "jumped the shark", or was an example of "all balls, no brains."
But what I do know is that Hillary Clinton is first and foremost a lawyer.
My best buddy is a lawyer. Hell, my SO is a lawyer. And if there's one thing I know about even half assed lawyers, they are much, much more cognizant of the importance of what comes out of their mouths than the average citizen.
The thing that pisses me off more than what she said is the way the news pundits - AKA "the people who interpret the news for those too dumb to think for themselves" - gloss this over, paraphrasing the Clinton spin doctors - "her reference to Mr. Kennedy's assassination appeared to focus on the timeline of his primary candidacy and not the assassination itself" - in order to soothe the masses.
I watched the tape of her interview with the Argus Leader in South Dakota. There was no dependent clause after "We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California" to modify the declaration that stand-alone sentence made.
Don't try to PLAY us with that throwaway sound bite shit, Mrs. Clinton. And don't sit there circling the wagons around your girl when she goes too far, those of you in TV pundit land, with that ridiculous conjecture you don't even believe yourselves about why she said what she did.
Hell, I couldn't even see Baghdad Bob saying the kind of things she is capable of saying with a straight face.
Hillary, you don't fight against sexism by making snide remarks or having a "I can't believe you people are letting this happen to me" attitude written across your face every time the camera turns your way. If you need a quick tutorial on this, you can turn to your husband, a man who can LITERALLY charm someone's pants off, a man who intuitively knows, better than just about anyone, that you catch more bees with honey than you do with vinegar.
If Clinton's campaign coffers had more money in them or IF THE DELEGATE COUNT WAS CLOSER, my dander would be up. Waaaay up.
But these things that have come out of her mouth lately remind me of a two year old who threatens to do something terrible if you don't give them what they want.
I'm not all that current with urban slang, but I'm pretty sure I can get this closing thought right.
"Don't playahate, congratulate."
As the notorious comedian Katt Williams asserts in one of his monologues , "Haters hate. That's what they do."
So hate on, Hillary.