After New Hampshire

3:10 To Yorba Linda

The Republican/Fox News machine has made seeding national hatred against Hillary a number one priority for the past decade. Suddenly now the Democratchiks are not far behind in the hunt.  On the road to New Hampshire no one considered a comparison between Hillary and the other most hated candidate in American history. In so doing, they have made the campaign fun again.

The whole wagon train of POTUS campaign sluttery, on both sides, has a lust for some lovable new Reaganesque candidate.  The desire is stronger than the hunger of the undead for flesh. The sentimental Reagan seekers form zombie packs as they wander the streets of primary states.  While many on the left think he has been found. Many on the right cry that he has not.

The one truth both sides embrace is that HILLARY IS THE NEW NIXON, and it is true, but not necessarily, as they hope, because we won't have her to kick around much longer. Any journalist who hasn't tried to understand how she has survived the attacks and why she is still in the game at all, should be punished. Their flaming credentials should be shot off the suberbowl halftime stage, from the same canon that fired Hunter S. Thompson's ashes over the Maroon Bells. Because the answer to that little question is the key to the entire current election cycle. Reagan may have been clothed in a thin cover of teflon, but Hillary is Up-Armored, sandbox heavy.

Speaking of The Good Doctor: You might recall 1968. (When you were two). In that fateful year, coming back from a long decade of nearly unanimous, bi-partisan public hatred, Richard Nixon kicked ass American style. In less than a year he painted the battlefield with the blood of his enemies. His enemies being absolutely every public person from both parties and a small naive parade of horehound independents.

It wasn't these sissy preacher boys we have today, either....

He kicked George H.W. Bush's ass before Easter; He kicked George Romney's Ass; He beat Wallace and Humphrey senseless, simultaneously, in one day. Richard Nixon, the most hated man in American politics, beat Ronald Reagan, the most beloved, like a baby harp seal on an ice floe. Hillary is a lot like him, and people should pay attention before they get knocked down.

Nixon was dark, strange and universally loathed. He never slept and he ate raw meat each day for breakfast. He never forgot that every public and private political figure in America was his sworn enemy. He knew, as a result, that the only people he owed political favors to were the voters who had listened to their survival-seeking hearts when they defied the polls to elect him. 

He ended up doing  what had to be done, for the most part, regardless of partisan arrogance and corporate influence.  He ran a mean White House, and regardless of what your party loyalty forces you to believe about the most hated candidate prior to Hillary, he saved America. He saved your ass before you turned six. 

A Place Called Hopeless

We are almost perfectly hypnotized by the bland timidity and paper bag packaging of POTUS campaign "journalism".  So much so that any instance of ACTUAL HUMANITY causes media dick-heads nationwide to blow their gaskets and spew special alarmist reports about their own ongoing lack of sophistication as observers.

The New Media is a weak and joyless reflector of the aforementioned generic packaging. So when Senator Clinton cried on the eve of the New Hampshire primary it sent shockwaves through the entire system. It was like she used a word that neither O'Reilly nor Blitzer could find in their partisan dictionaries. That curious national feeling in the news after New Hampshire was actually a stiff blast of Oxygen sneaking into the broadband. The early feeds were wrong across the board - the story happened first and was written after.  

Actually, what sparked the voters'  reaction was the modus delecto of Hillary's near-tears moment.  That little lapse exposed a small truth that is too complicated to ever be captured by a mainstream  American  journalist. But voters sensed the themes.

Clinton was upset for the same reason Nixon was when he gave his famous "checkers" speech. Runaway punditry has aided everyone in the fight to break Hillary down.  Her enemies, like Nixon's, need the help, because no one can beat her in a fair fight. Her enemies have sliced a thousand cuts into her American "legitimacy" and political media hacks have provided the razors by allowing her to be the only allowable punching bag. The result is a passive national accusation that the Good Senator is too political to be President. 

Yeah - wait, what?

She is not only perfectly attackable, she is the only one who is attackable at all without accusations of severe political-incorrectness, such as racism, religious prejudice or anti-Americanism. Enough voters will continue to knee-jerk to her because of those very attacks and the distinction of toughness they create between her and the other candidates. 

Likability Is Overrated In The Smoke

Zogby's polls "failed" infamously in New Hampshire because they consisted of a person talking to another person.  Polls happen on the phone, live, in clean well-lighted places. They were conducted in the open, in front of Internet and TV screens. The media grossly forgets, that their screens are not windows to the real world. The New Ballot - boxes may have wifi for ease-of-fix, but as long as they still have the old fashioned curtains, we are gonna be o.k.

The polls "failed" because when the curtains slide shut, a human heart beats alone, one time, with no media and no screens. In that instant enough voters look through the real window. Outside it is a dark and stormy night. Outside the toughest ten years of all of our lives started last week. The markets are trembling and this is no game. Outside, the savages are coming.

That Woman won, behind the curtains, and she will continue to win, because she has an un-nuanced, un-speechified reality of character that only the ancient mariner McCain can possibly try and equal. Senator Hillary R. Clinton is the toughest, meanest, most politically hated mutherfucker since Nixon. She will not apologize for being too political to be President.  YOU my new friend should be grateful for it, because unless you have twenty million in the Cayman Islands - YOU and I are Checkers. We are the dog.  She will destroy every comer when the curtains are closed. And then? 

She Will Save The Dog.

And I, for one, will be at her inauguration. I am the only moderate American who publicly supported her from the beginning, (which was a long, long time ago...in a galaxy far, far away...) There will be plenty of room for me on the stand. It will be an unnaturally warm winter's day.  I will have a small flask of whiskey but I will only share pulls with Bill. 

Even the rat Carville will be buying me drinks, come the day. You all will. I will become the Innaugaural's  proxy celebratory drunk. A lone revelor, breaking down the stiff and weird new decorum of America for all the world to see. I will have my flak jacket on under my 'respectable moderate cloth coat', upon which I will proudly wear the American flag pin I stole fair and square from Ronald Reagan's oval office. Beneath it I will have a tiny banner, made just for the occassion. That one will be a picture of Nixon and it will say:

Save the Dog. Save the World.

Thanks for playing.