January 8, 2008

Barack, Check Your Brakes

Hatched by Dave Ross

It will take more than a defeat in Iowa and New Hampshire to capsize the Clinton candidacy. It may take a wooden stake and a truckload of garlic. Meanwhile, my advice to Obama is: check your brakes. Don’t eat anything from sources you can’t vouch for. Avoid balconies. Watch the movie the Omen for other ways that you might come to grief.

I’m not one of those cynics who believes that Hillary Clinton was crying crocodile tears earlier this week in reaction to her loss in Iowa. Bill was the one who could always manufacture tears on command. She was crying, all right -- and genuinely. For herself. She has lived so very long with the strongly held conviction that she is owed the presidency, that it’s her turn and no doubt believes that no one else is capable of carrying out the liberal agenda.

Asked to comment about her tears, Mrs. Clinton said: "I care about what is going on in peoples' lives. That's how I got involved in this kind of work. That's what I think a president should be concerned about. And there's a lot of concern and worry and just people hoping and praying that their problems are gonna be solved."

That’s why Mrs. Clinton is so annoying to people like me. I don’t think government is here to "solve my problems." Nor capable of it. I don’t want Mrs. Clinton to be interested in my life. Government generally causes more problems than it fixes. But Mrs. Clinton is the eternal nanny who is constantly seeking to "improve everyone." Which is kind of rich considering that she comes from one of the most dysfunctional marriages in history! Fix yourself, I say!

Correction: I was incorrect last week when I wrote that no minister has ever been elected president. James Garfield, 20th president, was, among other things, a minister.

Hatched by Dave Ross on this day, January 8, 2008, at the time of 4:29 PM

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The following hissed in response by: Geoman

Someone else noticed the real problem with her crying jag. Not that she is crying, but crying for herself. How hard, hard it is to...care. How she is being picked on, when all she wants to do is...sniffle...help us. The little people. It is mean to hit a girl.

She's always pulled this crap - strong, tough, strident, but then puts on the pink dress when things get rough.

It is like the guy who starts a bar fight pulling on a pair of glasses.

The above hissed in response by: Geoman [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 10, 2008 9:47 AM

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