I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised at the ecstatic media lockstep praising Hillary's so-called concession speech last weekend. This is the same herd of sheep who bleated to Bush's beat and brought us the Iraq fiasco. I first heard the speech on the radio as I was driving back to Philadelphia from a family event in upstate New York. I was shocked and appalled at Hillary's inflammatory demagoguery, which was obviously intended to keep her candidacy alive through the August convention and beyond. The echo in the museum's marble entry hall gave the event an eerily retro quality, as if it were a 1930s fascist rally. Hillary's turgid, preachy rhythms were condescending and manipulative, and her climaxes were ear-splittingly strident. It was pure Evita, a cult of personality masquerading as populism. When I later saw the speech on TV, I was disgusted by how Hillary undercut her insultingly brief endorsement of Obama with a flat expression and cold, dead eyes. The only thing that got her blood racing was the blatantly stoked hysteria of her screeching worshipers.So it overdoes the horror. Fine. But it reminded me of an exchange with a former HRC supporter at the bookstore yesterday. I'm skeptical of Obama, but for the Clintons and their claque, now roaming the desert eating locusts, skepticism is for wimps.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Camille Paglia's always worth a chuckle. Her description of the end of the Bill and Hillary Show:
Posted by Alfred Soto at 11:47 AM