Hillary Rodham Clinton: Pirranha in a Pantsuit
Tuesday night’s hundredth (or it just fucking seems like it) Democratic Party debate was the gunfight at the OK Corral for Hillary Rodham-Clinton, time to take down that uppity new sheriff who was threatening the cattle barons and she rode into town with an icy glare, a lust for the kill regaled in full Machiavellian power bitch black. She sleazed, she slimed, she used innuendo, she bitched and she moaned and she tried to link Barack Obama to the dreaded Louis Farrakhan the fake devil who is the leader of the Nation of Islam who endorsed him which also allowed for the dealing from the bottom of the deck the balls nastiest of all weapons: the Anti-Semite card. Farrakhan, the dude with that nifty bowtie just like the one that Tucker Carlson likes to prance around in may have endorsed Obama but he is far from the only national figure to do so, Chris Dodd came out for the B Man yesterday as well and we sure as hell aren’t allowed to scrutinize the high rolling Big Apple Jews (the “New York money people” as Clinton supporter Wesley Clark used to refer to them) who funnel money into the Hillary machine despite their loathsome support of human rights abuses and war crimes against the Palestinians but that is another rant for another time, and besides it is just damned un-American to criticize such an important ally.
The real heavy artillery though was rolled out by some fuckwad little dipshit Clinton operatives over at the Drudge Report (now an outlet for Clinton slime)of Mr. Obama in Somali garb that “jist makes him look like al-Qaeda” and besides, he don’t swear on the bible, won’t wear one of them thar ‘murkan flag lapel pin thingies and his wife ain’t proud of her country so he must be a terrist…get used to that because you are going to be hearing a lot of it, especially if you happen to live in peckerwood nation. When all else fails, go negative and the Clintons are masters at such dark arts having practically fornicated in the gutter with some of the lowest sleazeballs in American politics, think James Carville and Dick Morris and now of course the grossly overpaid Karl Rove wannabe Mark Penn. She did all but give America’s shining new prince a running dropkick in the balls the several days and with the Lone Star state showdown less than a week away and the spin-meisters having somehow flim-flammed Americans into thinking that an overhyped loser of 11 straight primaries is starting the game with a tied score this next six days are going to be extremely ugly for Barack Hussein Obama.
The Clintons have in addition to using Drudge as a cut out to circulate the already infamous picture that has the moronic fuckheads in this blooming Idiocracy screaming ‘Manchurian candidate’ at what they have been sold to be one of those madrassa bred Islamofascists set to take over the United States by stealth proudly launched a kitchen sink campaign of scorched earth demagoguery and smears that will assuredly light up the sky and only strengthen the resurgent John McCain another traveler who successfully managed to turn a story about his business as usual graft mongering with lobbyists into an all out frontal attack at American Pravda aka the damned liberal New York Times. There is also the recently floated link to the radical Weather Underground, fear mongering about needing experience because people are going to kill us otherwise and the ultimate indignity a comparison to George W. Bush himself.
The Clintons are going to have their restoration or they are going to hunker down like Adolf Hitler during those desperate final days in the bunker right before the Goebbels children were poisoned and Der Fuhrer decided to go on and perform fellatio on a luger right before loyalists would soak the bodies with gasoline and torch the whole fucking mess while the Russians were laying seige to Berlin. It seems that Der Führer just had this bug up his ass that led to him declaring war against the German people themselves for failing to see that thousand year Reich thing through because, Goddamnit he was entitled to be the ruler of the world.
Gotterdammerung or Bust! Bad analogy? Maybe, maybe not but you get the point.
Mrs. Clinton has become increasingly unhinged over the last few days as the true sting of the mass rejection of her by Americans becomes more apparent. Hillary Rodham-Clinton is like a foreign object, a toxin force fed down the throats of the so-called opposition and the body is reacting as it naturally would – it is in the process of vomiting it up. The sheer rage of Clinton is a wonder to behold and much is being written about it by the more astute while the apologists, aspiring lackeys and assorted other hillemmings eat Dunkin Donuts and lash out while the bunker itself if being overrun. I especially liked this one by p m carpenter very appropriately entitled Thorazine Time For Hillary and her manufactured outrage over some Obama mailings in Ohio that provided the excuse for this latest PMS bitch fit:
No candidate at this hopeless, pointless stage in what you might call his or her right mind would launch such a party-splitting, nerve-shattering attack. It was “wrong.” It was “shameful.” It was “destructive.” It played right into the GOP’s hands, and every Democrat should indeed be outraged.
But about every Democrat, Hillary is thinking not one minute. She is thinking about only one. She has lost all human perspective, engulfed as she is in a narcissistic, entitled rage. If Democrats won’t have her, then the country — which earlier this week she still mawkishly prayed would “be fine … no matter what happens” — won’t have any Democrat in the White House come 2009. So she’d be primed for an earlier run in 2012, not 2016.
Hillary Clinton is now less a tragic figure right out of Karl Rove’s playbook than straight out of Shakespeare. She’s willing to sell the fate of an entire nation down the road, so that someday, sooner, she may be queen.
And if you reject the Shakespeare metaphor, perhaps Ann Rice? Please, somebody grab a wooden stake.
Now that’s some fucking great commentary, absolutely brilliant and spot on and as for those mailings you know I could care less if the Obama campaign were circulating pamphlets stating that the Clintons were participating in Illuminati Satanic child sacrifices at the Bohemian Grove, this is all more of the ridiculous bullshit and pissing and moaning from a woman scorned who is still in denial that she has triangulated herself into a trap from which there is no escape. In the end it is all about the war and that cynical vote on the Kyl-Lieberman amendment to pander to the neocons and Zionazis was just a bridge too far. Whether before Denver or after bringing the party down so that she can get her ass kicked by McCain in the general election it always will be about Iraq, and the betrayal of every quisling Democrat who enabled the bitch while burying a dagger in the backs of Americans.
Frank Rich also did another piece on Clinton in the NYT on Sunday continuing his hitting streak with his latest entitled The Audacity Of Hopelessness:
When people one day look back at the remarkable implosion of the Hillary Clinton campaign, they may notice that it both began and ended in the long dark shadow of Iraq.
It’s not just that her candidacy’s central premise — the priceless value of “experience” — was fatally poisoned from the start by her still ill-explained vote to authorize the fiasco. Senator Clinton then compounded that 2002 misjudgment by pursuing a 2008 campaign strategy that uncannily mimicked the disastrous Bush Iraq war plan. After promising a cakewalk to the nomination — “It will be me,” Mrs. Clinton told Katie Couric in November — she was routed by an insurgency.
Clinton fans don’t see their standard-bearer’s troubles this way. In their view, their highly substantive candidate was unfairly undone by a lightweight showboat who got a free ride from an often misogynist press and from naïve young people who lap up messianic language as if it were Jim Jones’s Kool-Aid. Or as Mrs. Clinton frames it, Senator Obama is all about empty words while she is all about action and hard work.
But it’s the Clinton strategists, not the Obama voters, who drank the Kool-Aid. The Obama campaign is not a vaporous cult; it’s a lean and mean political machine that gets the job done. The Clinton camp has been the slacker in this race, more words than action, and its candidate’s message, for all its purported high-mindedness, was and is self-immolating.
The insults continued on Tuesday night when a surrogate preceding Mrs. Clinton onstage at an Ohio rally, Tom Buffenbarger of the machinists’ union, derided Obama supporters as “latte-drinking, Prius-driving, Birkenstock-wearing, trust-fund babies.” Even as he ranted, exit polls in Wisconsin were showing that Mr. Obama had in fact won that day among voters with the least education and the lowest incomes. Less than 24 hours later, Mr. Obama received the endorsement of the latte-drinking Teamsters.
What wonderful irony, the Clinton campaign is now ripping off the infamous Harry and Louise ads but to anyone who understands Hillary Rodham-Clinton and her fake liberalism this should be no surprise that the former Goldwater Girl would draw so heavily on the Republican playbook. But this seething and seemingly irrational hatred of Obama is personal for a very different reason than is widely acknowledged. Hillary is so pissy because she is getting her clock cleaned by a guy who actually worked under the legendary Saul Alinsky who she did a famous thesis on and then turned down an actual gig, she was already a serial triangulator way back then. What a hoot. This is a great excerpt that I ran across from from the conservative website called American Thinker (an oxymoron if I ever heard one) called Obama’s Alinsky Jujitsu:
These personal qualities are not the sole reason he is where he is, and I suspect the wily Mrs. Clinton knows this full well. I suspect it must bother her that Obama also appears to have mastered the playbook used by her own political teacher, the legendary amoral guru of left wing activism, Saul Alinksy.
Hillary has met not only her match in Alinsky tactics, she has met the master of bloodless socialist revolution, in my opinion.
Obama’s Alinsky Lessons
Barack Obama had just graduated from Columbia and was looking for a job. Some white leftists were looking for someone who could recruit in a black neighborhood in the south side of Chicago.
Obama answered a help-wanted ad for a position as a community organizer for the Developing Communities Project (DCP) of the Calumet Community Religious Conference (CCRC) in Chicago. Obama was 24 years old, unmarried, very accustomed to a vagabond existence, and according to his memoir, searching for a genuine African-American community.
Both the CCRC and the DCP were built on the Alinsky model of community agitation, wherein paid organizers learned how to “rub raw the sores of discontent,” in Alinsky’s words.
One of Obama’s early mentors in the Alinsky method was Mike Kruglik, who had this to say to an Ryan Lizza of The New Republic, about Obama:
“He was a natural, the undisputed master of agitation, who could engage a room full of recruiting targets in a rapid-fire Socratic dialogue, nudging them to admit that they were not living up to their own standards. As with the panhandler, he could be aggressive and confrontational. With probing, sometimes personal questions, he would pinpoint the source of pain in their lives, tearing down their egos just enough before dangling a carrot of hope that they could make things better.”
The agitator’s job, according to Alinsky, is first to bring folks to the “realization” that they are indeed miserable, that their misery is the fault of unresponsive governments or greedy corporations, then help them to bond together to demand what they deserve, and to make such an almighty stink that the dastardly governments and corporations will see imminent “self-interest” in granting whatever it is that will cause the harassment to cease.
In these methods, euphemistically labeled “community organizing,” Obama had a four-year education, which he often says was the best education he ever got anywhere.
Is it any wonder, then, that Obama’s Alinsky Jujitsu is making mincemeat of the woman who merely interviewed Alinsky, wrote about him, and spent the next 30 years in corporate law and in the lap of taxpayer-funded luxury in government mansions?
While she has obviously been outflanked by the far more savvy Obama who is ready to checkmate the bitch in a move right out of Alinsky’s playbook, the irony of the whole thing is fucking delicious. While Obama is playing multi-level chess to her checkers games for the rubes it will be ultimately be her lack of any sort of a principled stand on any of the truly important matters of the Bush years when we as a nation were stripped of our civil liberties, spied upon, made subject to torture, were looted and saw illegal wars launched that have turned the United States into a global pariah.
Then there is that voice, I can’t possibly think of anything more grating than that voice, it is worse than Edith Bunker on helium. That nagging, mean spirited and accusatory tone is something that just makes the hair on the back of the necks of every married man in America stand up. Hillary Rodham-Clinton may be talking about perpetual warfare, the need for experience, pimping the security state, engaging in slime and destroy rhetoric or talking about the need for a healthcare reform system that keeps in place the very same for profit system that has sucked us dry like leeches on our backs but there is that voice. It is the same sort of hectoring and haranguing that brays at the fucked over American male to get his lazy ass out of the barcalounger and take out the trash. It is like nails on a chalkboard – believe me, I live through that personal hell on a daily basis and when she has lost the football watching, beer bellied, limp dick demographic she truly has lost America.
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