Having watched Hillary’s impersonation of Mrs. Claus-playing-with-your-tax-dollars-because-she-knows-what’s-good-for-you-and-you-don’t, I’m glad Erick improved on it:
Hillary’s Crap Ad Made Better
The implication is that the only thing standing between you and Hillary’s trinkets is a president who doesn’t want you to have ’em.
Well, at least Bill wasn’t watching over her shoulder handing her the cards.
Having gotten away – among other things – with Whitewater and that $100,000 commodities training windfall, Hillary of course thinks it’s OK to charge your Christmas gifts on your credit card. After eight years of living in the White House, she’s ready for a second spin. She wants to be in charge. She’s entitled. God knows she’s paid her dues.
She wants us to believe that being the pilot’s wife qualifies you to fly the 747 she has presidential experience.
Well, maybe that’s not the best phrase. Lots of Bill’s women have presidential experience and they’re not running for POTUS. Not yet, at least.
Bill, on the other hand, is ready for the White House, too. And he’s sucking the air off every campaign stop:
He ended up drawing more attention to himself than the candidate — which is in keeping with his formal campaign speeches. On the stump, he draws big crowds and comes off as charming, eloquent and persuasive. But reporters who have tallied his words say that he talks more about himself than about his wife — at a ratio of about 9 to 1.
Ed Morrissey remembers lyrics from The Sound of Music in his post, A Flibbertigibbet, A Will O’ The Wisp, A Clown, as Bill consistently remains focused on Bill:
We’re about to get the 2-for-1 argument that we heard in 1992, but now the Clintons may disagree on who the one is.
The Anchoress believes that Bill doesn’t want Hillary to win. I’m not so sure. The way I see it, once Hillary’s in office and her Senate seat vacated, Eliot Spitzer can name Bill, and Bill can look forward to being the next Ted Kennedy, safely ensconced in the halls of power (with all those perks) for the rest of his mortal life since there are no term limits. Bill might mind being “NY’s junior senator”, but if there’s one person who can hog the public light even more than Chuck “Where’s my camera?” Schumer, that’s Bill.
Nobody’s going to upstage Bill. Nobody can.
And that’s the problem:
Since the Constitution provides for one president, not two, could he find a way to live in a White House that wasn’t all about him?
It’s always going to be about him. It always has been.
The question is, does Hillary realize that?
UPDATE
Irish Spy looks at the possibility.
That’s a fascinating speculation about Bill’s possible ulterior motive, and it’s all too plausible. Think of all the Senate interns he’d have access to!