This is an excerpt of a brillant article about Hillary Clinton. While the author is still holding out a hope for Hillary to run again (delusional)…she makes some good points about the Clinton brand winning out after the battering it took this past year.
King Obama v. Queen Clinton — Check or Checkmate?
By Colleen O’Connor, SDNN
Monday, December 7, 2009
Chess is a war game.
You win by playing your opponent, not the game.
The patient, wily, and deft player often triumphs more frequently than the flashy, lightening quick one.
A grand master will pick off the pawns as they cross into enemy territory and then concentrate on checking the King.
The Queen has the greatest maneuverability of all the chess pieces. She can be the most lethal.
The King, by contrast, is often barricaded behind a wall of defenders, with little room to escape-save in a bold and risky fashion.
The King is dying. Long live the Queen.
Quietly, and under almost everyone’s radar, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has been vanquishing her foes, while President Barack Obama has been multiplying his.
Furthermore, she has been paying off her debts, while Obama has been multiplying his (and the country’s) I.O.U.s.
Obama is down in the polls. Clinton is up. He is losing his liberal base and taking heat on health care, the wars, broken promises, gate crashers, the bailouts, and a grand design that leaves his base behind.
As New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd wrote Sunday, “The Obama White House is morphing into the Bush White House with frightening speed. Its transparency is already fogged up.”
You can read more of this excellent article and how the Clintons are taking down the backstabbers one by one, by clicking here!
And this is an interesting little tidbit:
On Tuesday night, Clinton may win promotion of another pawn to a valuable seat in the U.S. Senate-and enhance her position on the political chess board.
A non-Kennedy, non-Obama candidate may win the special election to replace the late Sen. Ted Kennedy, and become the first woman ever elected to the U.S. Senate from that ultra liberal state.
If Clinton supporter and Massachusetts Attorney General Martha Coakley wins that will make the ninth score that Clinton has settled. And it will have happened in the state that the Kennedy family once ruled.
What’s interesting is, Martha Coakley did win the special election.
This world is becoming more and more absurd. Since when are Nobel Peace Prizes given out for “potential” versus “actuality”. Of course those who are rabid supporters of this bungling President see nothing at all wrong with honoring him with a Nobel Peace Prize when he has absolutely nothing to show for it other than his soaring rhetoric…
Anyway…since this is such a silly farce, I think a few cartoons sum up nicely how pathetic and laughable this entire situation continues to be.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death’s oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
And e’en the dearest–that I loved the best–
Are strange–nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil’d or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below–above the vaulted sky.
I love how this device picture is probaby a computer image…like it’s space age shit versus what it really is…a pink pisspot. Awesome…what I want to know is, are you supposed to carry this fuckery around in your purse? So your lipstick, checkbook and other items will have the faint smell of your piss all over them?
