For a chubby, wrinkled white woman, Hillary Clinton is the ultimate moving target with all the deft and cunning of cornered mountain lion. Either that, or she suffers from some kind of political multiple personality disorder. I suspect it happens frequently to rich white women who move to Arkansas.
We’re never sure which Hillary will show up for a debate, which means I have to prepare for any one of half a dozen known Hillary personalities. There’s the Hillary who implies that I’m so green in politics that I wouldn’t know how to answer a phone in the White House at 3:00 am. If I’m the President and it’s 3:00 am then I’m in full on delegate mode. I’d let Michelle answer it. Once whoever calls has been given the third degree by Michelle, they’re not likely to call back again.
Then there’s the Hillary Clinton who says she’s ‘open’ to having me on the Democratic ticket– as vice president. Funny. If I’m not ready to be President then why would I make such a great vice president? Frankly, we’re baffled by Clinton’s chutzpah.
And there’s the Hillary who boasts about her experience from her husband’s White House years, but refuses to release any records from her time as first lady. When we ask her where her tax returns are and when she plans to release them, she snipes that I’m acting like the much beloved Ken Starr on another Clinton witch hunt.
It’s a witch hunt, alright, but the woman is on a fast-moving broom so she’s not easy to bring down.
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