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from a feminist: Hillary Clinton will not run for President, and if she does, she will not be
elected. She just needs to select the exit
strategy that allows her to save face.
Here are the top 3:
1. She will be diagnosed, by a trusted friendly
doctor, with cancer. Real or fake. And
leave immediately.
2. She will manifest another medical issue, eg a
stroke or something affecting her cognitive abilities. Her family will make the announcement for her.
3. Or
the Nuclear Option-- if she keeps refusing to listen: Bill Clinton will step out on her SO
publically with his decade long friend, divorcee Julie Taubor McMahon, known
by the Secret Service as the ‘Energizer’.
That WOULD be humiliating. She
will suffer a crisis of confidence, perhaps a nervous breakdown. Since all the polls are saying she cannot win,
out of concern for future control of the Supreme Court, the real issue for the D's, she will reluctantly
and bravely withdraw from the race and bestow her support on someone else. Her farewell speech and even her dress will
be like Elaine Paige as Evita Peron. But she will be singing, “Don’t Cry for Me, Bernie
Sanders…”
Someone has to tell Hillary: It’s over. I don’t think she is listening to Bill. So--it might as well be me. I was for her in 2008. Even tho I am now a Republican in Kansas, I
knew then that Sarah Palin was a ditsy broad—illiterate and brash. So as banged up as McCain was, I just couldn’t
vote for Palin to be one breath away from chatting over the snow fence with
Putin. (And now she wants folks to “speak
American.” Many Republican men I know
may fantasize sleeping with her (or sharing a pizza). But Palin is a low-integrity perky prom queen
who quit her last job halfway through her first term, then quit her TV show and
now hopes to be named Secretary of Energy so she can close the agency down.)
Left with no choice, I thus supported Hillary to be our
first woman President. I even mailed her 7 checks. Only tokens.
I am not rich. They totaled $247
I think. The last five checks were in odd amounts like $18 or $27: mirroring the
percentage points by which she beat Obama in a particular state’s primary. Then the black Manchurian candidate boxed her
in as “pro-war”, branding himself as the only anti-war candidate. He lied about being anti-war, promising to close
Gitmo immediately and get us out of Afghanistan. It was over then.
And yes, I was proud, at first, of her taking the world’s
worst job, Secretary of State. So many frequent flier miles. So little sleep. Hillary is a hard worker; we all give her
that.
But remember after Benghazi, Congress wanted her to
testify, so she claimed she “hit her head” and her doctor wouldn’t let her
leave her house? Nation! That was your first clue. When the going got tough, Hillary called her doctor. Got a note like her Mom used to write: “Hillary
cannot come to class today. Or the next
three weeks till your hearings are over.”
Hillary, dear unlikeable one: It’s just not in the
Akashic record this lifetime for you to be President. I think you already knew that. As First Lady, your girlfriends invited the
great Jean Houston to the White House. She conducted a past life
regression. Honest to God, look it up,
folks. Hillary wanted to contact Eleanor
Roosevelt. I believe they ALL told you,
even Eleanor: Not in this lifetime, sorry.
But you didn’t listen.
And remember the CNN debate, when Obama said, "You're likeable enough."
Ouch.
Well, you are much less likeable now.
Your voice is even more shrill. You sound defensive and desperate. This new softer "heart and humor" act is so forced. Like ceramic nails on a chalkboard. You are trying way too hard. And since the doctor cut back on your estrogen, (they all do that when
you turn 65, to avoid heart attacks)—well, you have aged greatly. And not for the good. I know.
It happened to me as well.
At least Ronald Reagan’s handlers were smart
enough to prep his throat gobbler before his appearances with that secret
facelift product: Preparation H. Indeed.
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Hillary, your act is stale. Your jokes are horrid, as in, “What—wipe the hard drive, like with a cloth?” Who is your joke writer? Bobby Jindal?? Sinbad??
And this week, I notice you are hoarse. Have you been crying? I bet. I would, too. You are trying to put on a brave face for
your “reset”. I bet the Labor Day huddle
with your staff was brutal. Bill and the
staff ringed the room with posters of the polls. Those numbers are falling faster than the
closeout sale of shriveled plants in the garden department at your nearest
Walmart: “Beware of falling prices!”
So here is my coaching:
Hillary: Take Door #1.
Get a cancer diagnosis. Real or fake. Any organ
will do. Get out of the race and go home. Take treatments, have a miraculous
healing. Perhaps in December, 2016. Being an object of pity is better than an object of scorn.
Be an awesome Grandma to Charlotte. You’ve had a great run. But like Sunset Boulevard, you are Norma
Desmond. You are NOT ready for your
closeup. The game changed. You lost in 2008. Pack it up.
Accept it.
By selecting Door #1, you save the most face. And preserve your legacy. Nobody wants you to
die. They just don’t want you to be
President. You can still earn money, make
speeches and be a leader at the Clinton Foundation.
Door #2 is really not a choice—but considering the stress
you are putting on yourself, might be your body’s way of telling you to leave
the campaign. That’s how diseases work: symptoms
are their morse code.
And Door #3 would be sad for all of us. You married Likeable Bill. You are Less Likeable. If he has to get your attention by stepping
out on you with the Energizer, well, it’s just gonna get so awkward. Seating charts for Thanksgiving? The Seder
dinners with Chelsea’s husband’s family?
Christmas in Chappaqua? And working
at the Foundation…with recipient Julie? So definitely…Door #1.
Don’t kill the carrier pigeon,
Tracy Thomas, former supporter, former VP of Greater KC NOW. Publisher of KCMOPost.com