"Any politician can skate around tough questions. It's a
primary skill. The usual method is turning a specific question into a
general answer. A non-sequitur. But these days, there is another
strategy. You could call it the 'no-catastrophe' approach. The
politician, by word or gesture, implies: 'If I had done something wrong,
there would have been a calamity, but as you can see, there wasn't;
therefore, let's move along to another topic.' Or to put it another
way: 'I'm smart, you're stupid, I have a meeting, goodbye.'" (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)
In the dem debate, Hillary will face a few tough questions.
Translation: It will seem as if she's being attacked, just to give the
impression that things are on the up and up; she'll skate; she'll change
the subject to "more important matters our great nation must face in
the coming months and years."
Q: What about the email controversy that has engulfed your campaign for the Presidency?
A: Yes, I made a mistake, for which I've apologized. However, no
serious breach occurred, and I must say there are vital issues we need
to discuss here, about our collective future, about the rights of women
and of all our people...
Q: Questions have been swirling about your state of health.
A: I assure you, I'm fine. I feel very energized about the coming
campaign, and just as I served in the capacity of Secretary of State,
traveling the world to defend our national interests, I am quite capable
of carrying out the duties of President of the United States.
Essentially, Hillary's view, for public consumption, is: what's past is
past. Anything that ever happened to her, anything she did is gone and
buried. So as she said about Benghazi: "What difference does it make?"
Her record, as far as she's concerned, is unimportant, except that it's
"admirable and wonderful" and qualifies her for the highest office in
the land.
What's all this nonsense about her specific actions and history? Specifics are distractions. The gloss is everything.
Obama's brand of gloss put him over the top. So did George Bush's. So did Bill's.
Whatever is "good and right and true"---Hillary stands for that.
Candidates are impressionists. She is an impressionist, too. End of
problem.
Hillary has been aching for a campaign that is a wall-to-wall
celebration of her status. There have been some horrible interruptions.
What's wrong with people? Don't they want a glorious parade with bands and streamers and shouts of unrestrained joy?
A certain few people rise to a great height in this society, at which
point they should be beyond criticism. She is one of those people.
Misdemeanors? Felonies? Those are incorrectly applied labels for "what
one needs to do to emerge from the mass" and become known. Everybody
knows that.
Candidates are supposed to be walking advertisements for themselves. As
a self-advertisement, Hillary is quite a dish. Other envious people
have shot her with ashes and fungi and mold and viruses, but that's not
her fault.
She wants to shout from the rooftops: "I'm entitled! I'm entitled to wear the crown!" It's eating her up that she can't do it.
She wants to announce: "All you peasants bow before me! I'm the queen!"
In that way, she's living in the wrong century. She belongs in the
Middle Ages, on a throne, with an adoring and fearful court at her feet.
She has that energy, and she's repressing it, and it's killing her.
On the campaign trail, in the debates, she has to piddle around with
little questions and little answers and fools who don't understand who
and what she is.
That's where she makes her mistakes. She can't bring herself to the
level where a queen would abdicate her position and respond seamlessly
to Lilliputian attacks.
In her psyche, universal rights, equality, political correctness, social
justice---all the issues for which she is supposed to be the consummate
Left advocate---are idiot soup for the starry-eyed rubes and yokels.
She couldn't care less about any of it. She wants the crown and the
scepter and sword.
She wants to grind her enemies under her heel. She wants them to feel her rage.
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