The worst I felt the whole campaign was over the weekend, when the conventional wisdom had it that Hillary, a rich suburban woman, had successfully remade herself as a populist, and her gas-tax holiday was going to give her momentum out of Indiana and North Carolina.
I couldn’t believe the down-home outfits she was wearing as she had the gall to bash Wall Street standing alongside a daughter who works as a volunteer in a hospital in Nairobi–sorry, works for a New York hedge fund. The pundits said that Obama’s out of touch with working people. Only elites are for Obama. They love how smart he is, but elites aren’t hurt by the gas prices, and you can’t win an election with elites. It’s working class and middle-class people, who vote pocketbook issues, not Iraq and energy policy. I’d loved the fact that Obama had shown true leadership on gas prices a few months ago. Now I felt elitist and stupid. I worried that Obama was about to fold on the gas-tax, and do what he needed to do to win the election, and then I feared what was he going to cave on next. I felt sick to my stomach, and thought, I know nothing about democratic politics, to boot.
Well, Obama held his ground. And the new conventional wisdom is that Hillary’s craven proposal of a gas-tax holiday worked out for Obama in Indiana and North Carolina. That it came off as pure political pandering, and Obama seemed wiser about the economy. So Hillary’s pastel-pantsuit-populist act failed.
Maybe Americans really want a smart leader.
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People properly punted pastel pant-suited pandering; promoting practical political performance, positively progressive, and powerfully populist, instead.
What will a lady not do for this great nation if she won't offer to buy your vote for $90 of your own money, have a shot & beer at the local dive, and stand in a pickup truck in her pastel pant-suit? Go bowling? Roll up the sleeves? Or just dodder on, the dull son of admirals married to the local beer queen? He too offered that same gas cash in your pocket…
And Soros was asked questions on the state of our finances on C-Span. He has learned his lesson and won't touch politics in terms of any direct statement.
Yet things are looking up–those "tax rebates" should be hitting us pretty soon–even if you didn't pay any taxes. And the latest
war supplement bill is going out, replete with a tad of help for our GIs.
Can't help feel good like Uncle Tom on The Plantation getting
a fresh pair of used silk underwear from the Miss, staring out from the long porch at the distant labor toiling in the cotton field in the late summer setting sun.
Medea Benjamin of Code Pink was recently hustled out of a Hillary fundraiser for protesting her "obliterate" comment on Iran. Hillary was patronizingly dismissive of her viewpoint: "I hope at least she paid to get in." Talk about clueless.
Clueless? More like ruthless.
All in their own way:
I am Woman, hear me ROAR!
I am brown, hear me croon.
I am McCain, bombing's our gain.
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