“Election II Tracy For President” Finally On Its Last Reel
“This is Hillary Rodham, calling from Emerson Junior High School in Park Ridge. I want you to tell Mayor Daley that it was wrong of him to steal the election, and that Richard Nixon should have won!”
— Hillary Clinton calling Chicago City Hall on Nov. 9, 1960, when she was a Teenage Republican, as quoted by In These Times.
“A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.”
— Tennessee Williams
Although Your Tattlesnake’s been on hiatus recently, recharging batteries and working on other projects, he hasn’t neglected politics, and the post-May 6th unraveling of Hillary Clinton’s campaign. Let’s start off with everyone’s favorite, an anecdote:
The Tattler knows of two women who fit into Hillary’s core demographic, the people she’d need to get elected president: white middle-class women in their 50s. One is a psychologist and the other a small business owner. Both initially strongly supported Sen. Clinton until two months ago when she descended into this Rovian nightmare of innuendo, sleaze and negative campaigning. They are disgusted with her these days — the psychologist said she would have to ‘force herself’ to vote for her in November, but she’d rather have Obama. The small business owner said there is no way she could live with her conscience if she voted for Hillary since she’s seen this ‘obsessive, manic, anything for a vote’ side of her. If Obama doesn’t get the nomination, she may vote third party or sit this one out. They are particularly incensed that she is campaigning on her ‘testicular fortitude’ — they wanted, after all, a Democratic woman as president, not a fake Republican man.
Of course, this is just anecdotal, but I wonder how many other women in their age group are having the same reaction?
“Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.”
— Mark Twain
Meanwhile, Your Tattlesnipe has also been hanging with his Homies at the local bars. Having once worked the kind of physically exhausting jobs that required medicinal doses of whiskey by the shot and several bottles of beer at the end of the day just to lower the pain and stay sane, I well know what type of liquor is served in Working Class Palaces, the constituency Hill was trying to impress by sipping a shot of Crown Royal and tipping a beer at a saloon in Indiana. The real Blue-Collar Heroes were highly amused at Mrs. Clinton’s photo-op first off, none of these guys would drink a pricey blend like Crown Royal. The actual Members of the Working Non-Elite throw down Jim Beam, Ten High, Jack Daniel’s or whatever cheap rotgut whiskey the dive has on hand. They also don’t sip, they pour it down in one quick snort another blunder by the Regular Salt-of-the-Earth Midwestern Gal from suburban Park Ridge whose net worth just happens to be over $100 million dollars.
Then there was the Hillary hilarity invoked by her photo-op at the Hoosier gas station. You’d think she’d practice at filling her own tank before this event but, instead, she embarrassingly let the driver, a haggard working class accessory provided as background for the occasion, do it. Video clips also showed her busily chatting on the cellphone while Mr. Blue Collar mutely chauffeured her around. This didn’t go over well with the hourly-wage crowd either. If anything, it enhanced her aura of privileged elitism. Finally, she put the foam on her French Vanilla Cappuccino by struggling ineptly to get it out of the machine a risible You Tube moment showing she obviously isn’t used to fetching her own java from roadside stops. Most telling, as pointed out to me by a guy who drives for a living, is that there was a pot of regular coffee just to the left of the cappuccino machine all she had to do was grab a cup and pour. Why candidates let themselves be talked into doing photo-ops that inevitably make them look like an idiot is beyond me, but Hillary’s gaffes were particularly obvious and onerous. As one laid-off assembly line worker snorted, “She must really think we’re stupid to believe she’s just some kind of down-home girl who won the lottery to run for president.”