Good Lord! Do we really want these two back in the White House? Bill with a bloody…whatever. Hillary with the shrillary going. The Secret Service cringing in laughter or disgust. Inanimate objects hurtling through the POTUS living quarters, all off limits to bodily attacks and possible bodily injury to the POTUS from the communist occupying the same space.
Lord have mercy on us all!
The Weekly Standard has a great “story”. “The Hillary and Bill show, America’s longest-running soap opera”.
First there was Dallas and then there was Dynasty, family tales of intrigue in high places, guilty pleasures that kept us couch-bound each week in the 1980s, dazed by the money, the jets, the power, the houses, not to mention the rows and affairs. Then, just as these were reaching the end of their runs, along came The Clintons, a riveting saga of lust and ambition, a tale that never ran out of astounding new plot turns and still keeps the world on the edge of its seat.
As we all know, the story began many years ago, when Wellesley’s star feminist met the altogether too plausible Arkansas charmer on the Yale Law School campus, and the two joined their young hearts and their rampant ambitions in an audacious plan to win and share power, of a kind never concocted before. The series took off, and won a huge following, as one intriguing development followed the next. Bill became Arkansas attorney general, and Hillary helped him. Bill became governor, and Hillary helped him. Bill ran for president, and Hillary helped him, now more than ever. Bill became president, and the ratings took off, ensnaring a new, international, audience. Bill retired from office, after many adventures, having beaten back efforts to eject him for perjury. As this was happening, in an attempt to sustain the plot, Hillary ran for the Senate, won, and began running for president, opening a whole new story line, plus a whole new vein of historical interest: Sons have succeeded fathers as president; wives have followed husbands (usually dead ones) into the House or the Senate; brothers have tried to follow brothers into the White House, and failed in the effort; but never before has a former first lady tried to be elected president, and, in the process, make her husband the very first First Man.
First Man? Not hardly. How about first Goober? No. Wait. Shrillary had that one.