When Hillary is the perfect candidate, the superwoman in teflon, it’s a little hard to connect. When she isn’t, when she makes a mistake, takes a hit, when her face tells you she’s ready to scream in frustration (spelling corrected by me) that the guys are never this tough on each other, a funny thing happens.
She starts looking familiar. She becomes ones of us. Just another girl trying to make it in a world that wasn’t made for her.
I know it’s wrong, but it’s when I like her best. I even imagine her sitting in a hotel room, the way I am now, beating herself up for all the things she did wrong today, and for all the things that went wrong even if she didn’t do it. You go girl! We’re with you.
But her article, if you read it, protests that she (Ms Estrich) isn't complaining all the while she's whining and complaining. Or call it commiserating. Call it whatever you want. She doth protest too much. As does Hillary Clinton, the poor victim of the rich-man's club. The woman whose "man" has to come to her rescue because she's not capable of projecting her ideas with a "man's" emphasis.
I've said she has no substance. I stand by that assessment. The woman called Hillary Rodham Clinton is not qualified to be POTUS. She has nothing in her resume' to recommend her to voters. But that's okay if you're a Democrat or a woman. Well, I'm a woman and it's not okay with me. I don't want a whiner and complainer in the White House. And I certainly do not think that the Hill & Bill TEAM need a THIRD TERM as POTUS.
I will say this in Bill Clinton's favor: When the questioner asked or stated that "9-11" was an inside job, he retorted back, "How Dare You. How Dare You." Those are the words which reverberate across the USofA and hopefully are the final words on that subject.
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