In 2008 Barack Obama said that Hillary Clinton was “likable
enough.” Apparently, yet again, Obama was wrong. It seems that Hillary is not
even close to being likable enough.
It’s beginning to disturb the liberal media, people who would be expected to support her candidacy. They seem to think that she is looking
more and more like a loser.
Winners do not sit down to do a jokey video with
uber-exhibitionist Lena Dunham.
Frank Bruni reports on the cringe-inducing encounter:
She had
a law career, an ambitious agenda as first lady, an industrious stint in the
Senate, those years and miles as secretary of state.
And it
has come to this: In a bid to seem less stuffy and turn the page on a
beleaguered (yet again) presidential campaign, Hillary Clinton is chatting with
Lena Dunham about the singer Lenny Kravitz’s penis.
In his opening sentence, Bruni strains to recount Hillary’s
achievements. But, that is the real problem. She is really running on her
husband’s name and achievements. And she is running as a feminist, despite her
long history of enabling her husband to abuse women sexually. How much credibility could she to inveigh against rape culture and unwanted sexual touching.
Bruni says that the Dunham/Clinton love-in is a pajama party
sans pajamas. I find the innuendo amusing, but will leave that one to your imagination:
But
it’s in large part a Dunham-Clinton love-in, a pajama party minus the pajamas,
ostensibly in keeping with the Clinton campaign’s recent pledge to roll out a
warmer, funnier version of the candidate. I’ve lost count of which version
we’re on.
In the
promotional video, Clinton kids that because Dunham’s newsletter and the
website associated with it are called Lenny, she half expected that the person
coming to question her might be Kravitz.
Dunham
then mentions some viral footage of a Kravitz wardrobe malfunction: “His stuff
fell out of his pants.”
Clinton
feigns fascination. “I’ll look for that,” she says.
We are happy to see Bill Clinton’s wife bond with Dunham
over their interest in gazing longingly on a man’s penis. One
understands that this fascination does not characterize heterosexual women.
Bruni is exasperated by the incompetence of the Clinton
campaign. Keep in mind that he is likely to want to support the Democratic
candidate in the pages of the New York Times:
But her
campaign so far is an unimpressive dress rehearsal for the general election.
It’s devoid of soul and sweep, a series of labored gestures and precisely
staked positions. Constituency by constituency, leftward adjustment by leftward
adjustment, she and her aides slog and muscle their way forward.
And
they contradict the adage that a politician campaigns in poetry and governs in
prose. Clinton campaigns in something more like a PowerPoint presentation.
Prose would be an upgrade. Poetry is light years away.
Nearly everyone who has met Hillary Clinton says that she is
charming and personable in private. In public, she’s a dud.
My only explanation is the easiest one: she is not running
on her substantial achievements; she is not running on her policy proposals;
she is not running on her accomplishments. She is running as an empty pantsuit,
or, on her husband’s record.
Her supporters and advisers recommend that she become more
real and more authentic, warmer and more effusive. The problem is, as a candidate
she is unreal. She cannot present herself as she really is because she did not
earn any of the positions she held.
Recall what Bruni lists as her achievements. A high-profile
law career while her husband was governor. An ambitious agenda as first lady—that
is, an incompetent effort to reform health care. Industriousness in the Senate…
which suggests that she worked hard but did not accomplish much. And, a lot of
frequent flier miles when secretary of state.
Like Obama, she must know in the depths of her soul that she
is an impostor. Unlike Obama she cannot give a decent speech and is not a very
good liar.
In many if not most ways, Hillary is an impostor. And she is
not good enough to hide it.