Thursday, April 24, 2008

Hillary "Maneater" Clinton: Will She Ever Go Away?

Hillary Delivers Victory Speech in Pennsylvania

Tuesday night didn’t turn out so well for Obama, and now he is feeling a little frustrated. Today, Maureen Dowd explains Barry's inertia:

“Despite all his incandescent gifts, Obama has missed several opportunities to smash the ball over the net and end the game. Again and again, he has seemed stuck at deuce. He complains about the politics of scoring points, but to win, you've got to score points.
He knew he tanked in the Philadelphia debate, but he was so irritated by the moderators - and by having to stand next to Hillary again - that he couldn't summon a single merry dart.”

But don’t worry, the fabulously connected, quick-change and hope elite forces behind this puppet on a string who still pledges (just like McCain and Hillary) to open the floodgates for more immigration to sell out white collar jobs and continued lower wages through an organized Mafioso of immigration attorneys pushing a“legal” influx of insourcing can always fall back on his army of "thought leaders" to prop him back up. At a time when there are not enough white collar jobs for our own citizens, any thinking person wonders whether Obama’s “Campaign of Hope” is the final drink of Kool-Aid the otherwise hopeless plebes thirst for before their demise to the slaughterhouse…At the end of the day, what the Murdochs and the Soros’s and the US /UK War Exchange want is for the United States to be King of a nice, big, fat one world corporation with a docile, slave-wage labor pool to be “led” by a president committed to gate-keep it through laws and policies that do not protect the interests of our citizens but instead those a few power elites.

Not to say Hillary, as Dowd refers to as the “50 foot woman” hasn’t taken the same pledge --which she has --- as evinced by her role as Co-Chair of the Senate India Caucus. These two (HilBama) are racing against race (pink and black state intrigue) as well as a race to the bottom, scrambling to the finish line to sell-out our jobs to the Indian lobby. Only in America, are politicians rewarded by their own victims when they blindly and/or mindlessly go to the voting booth and pull levers for their favorite butcher.

Just because Hillary won the hillbilly vote in Pennsylvania Tuesday night and has succeeded in taking every one of the “Big States” doesn’t necessarily mean she’ll win the nomination since all of those delegates and superdelegates and super, super-duper delegates will decide for the plebes (POPULAR VOTE) who the better corporate welfare Dem gate keeper (POTUS) will be. Phew. Who wants a candidate or a press who would actually dare raise the issues -- issues like disappearing jobs, healthcare and the obliteration of an outdated, uncool social contract that once defined civil society? The more that issues are not discussed by the press and the candidates, the more the sheeple embrace them. Go figure.

It doesn’t matter which one of the triad McClob is elected as Head Gatekeeper. The only thing that does matter in this race to the bottom is which power elites will sell out the citizens of this country and what the sheeple care to do about it.

So what’s it really like to have a waffle with Barry on the campaign trail? Maureen Dowd illustrates Barry’s bitter, however earnest moment about not getting to choke down the token, artery clogging breakfast he was eating for the sake of blending in with the loathsome locals at the Glider Diner in Scranton earlier this week:

“In the final days in Pennsylvania, he dutifully logged time at diners and force-fed himself waffles, pancakes, sausage and a Philly cheese steak. He split the pancakes with Michelle, left some of the waffle and sausage behind, and gave away the French fries that came with the cheese steak.
But this is clearly a man who can't wait to get back to his organic scrambled egg whites. That was made plain with his cri de coeur at the Glider Diner in Scranton, P.A., when a reporter asked him about Jimmy Carter and Hamas.
"Why," he pleaded, sounding a bit, dare we say, bitter, "can't I just eat my waffle?"
His subtext was obvious: Why can't I just be president? Why do I have to keep eating these gooey waffles and answering these gotcha questions and debating this gonzo woman?”

And so, in the end, Obama just wants Hillary to go away so he can get on with the grand plan of selling out more white collar jobs and "uniting" (code for lulling us into a Kumbaya fest) while his corporate welfare buddies loot what's left of this dying country. Until Obama or Hillary or McCain "just say no", asleep at the wheel citizens of this country will indeed get the "leadership" they deserve. After all, who needs a social contract when the new, 21st Century groupthink mantra is "I Got Mine"? Ommmm. Repeat.
2Truthy’s Dr. Seussian Tribute to Barry’s Struggle

“If only I might
If only I may
For once in my life
Be President someday.”

“Smart people want jobs
They want healthcare, too
If it were MY life
I’d want some of that, too.”

“Too bad for those losers
Whose friends are not mine
If only they knew
How they’ll twist on the vine…”

“I know I can do it
My hope and my dream
Is to be King of One World
And lead this grand scheme.”

“It’s not about them
It’s all about me
And my wealthy enablers
Who they'll never see.”

“They want slaves and serfs
So what’s the big deal?
I got mine first
I don’t care how they feel.”

“Put all the Mayhill Fowlers
On a slow boat to hell
While my backers end run them
With the Liberty Bell.”

“I won’t catch diseases
Like the plebians will
Because I’ll be protected
And live on the Hill.”

“With forty more days
And a good PR firm
There’s more states to conquer
Before my first term.”

“I know that I’ll get there
I’ll change and I’ll hope
Because if Hillary beats me
I’ll look like a dope.”

“Since I have a big house
And the Pritzgers’s checkbook
Why won’t she leave
And let me off the hook?”



Citizen Carrie said...

Great poem, TooTruthy! It's even better when it's read aloud.

2Truthy said...

Thanks CC! If only we could get this poem switched on Barry's teleprompter in Indy...hmmm, let's see now...who do I know in Indy...:)