It's not crying unless there's snot.
As misogynistic as it is, as dumb as it is, as much of an inaccurate reading and waste of time as it is, I absolutely LOVE that Hillary getting a little choked up (note: her voice cracked; she was not crying) is turning out to be one of these iconic campaign moments, on par with (for better or worse) the Checkers speech and Howard Dean's 2004 "PYEAUGHHHHHHH!"
It's like the first Nixon-Kennedy debate. Nixon had suffered a knee injury and had spent the months leading up to the debate in the hospital, causing him to lose a large amount of weight and appear sickly on TV. He refused to wear makeup which would have helped to make him look healthier and to cover his perpetual 5 o'clock shadow because he wanted to avoid "stooping" to the Hollywood-esque appearance of Kennedy, who meanwhile, had spent the last month campaigning in California, and was tan, healthy and well-rested. Substance wise, they weren't that unevenly matched, but the American public tends to look, not listen. They saw a sickly, slightly creepy-looking old man, sitting next to a smart, young hottie, and that's all they needed to make their choice in 1960.
Obama and Clinton are not that different when it comes down to it, and I have no doubt that the moment one of them drops out of the race, their entire base will switch over to the other to create a massive, unbeatable democratic grassroots machine for November. I've chosen to support Clinton not simply because she's a woman (by this logic I would have supported Kerry Healey) but because she's proved to be more progressive on a number of issues than Obama, and I think she would be a far better leader of this country than would he, qualifications completely excluded. Hope and change are not things that matter to me a whole lot. I think they're tired, overused slogans and nothing more. We're getting a new President after 8 years of the Bush Jr. debacle; everyone from Duncan Hunter to Ron Paul to Mitt Romney would be a welcome change, and for that I am more hopeful than I've ever been in my adult life.
This is a really weird memory, but I remember Matt Kaplan came into Mrs. Ripley's first grade class (circa November of 1992) one day shouting "read my lips: no taxis." None of us had any idea what the hell he was talking about, or even what he was trying to reference at the time (and I'm guessing neither did he), but then again, it was Matt Kaplan, who never made much sense, and his moronic behavior is something that continued well into...well, it still continues I guess. I guess it was only something he'd overheard one of his his parents ranting about as Bush tried to recover from this broken campaign promise of 1988 to beat the young whippersnapper Clinton. But that was my first exposure to campaign rhetoric and iconic statements. I just remembered that while writing this. Weird.
I love politics. In case you didn't know.
It's like the first Nixon-Kennedy debate. Nixon had suffered a knee injury and had spent the months leading up to the debate in the hospital, causing him to lose a large amount of weight and appear sickly on TV. He refused to wear makeup which would have helped to make him look healthier and to cover his perpetual 5 o'clock shadow because he wanted to avoid "stooping" to the Hollywood-esque appearance of Kennedy, who meanwhile, had spent the last month campaigning in California, and was tan, healthy and well-rested. Substance wise, they weren't that unevenly matched, but the American public tends to look, not listen. They saw a sickly, slightly creepy-looking old man, sitting next to a smart, young hottie, and that's all they needed to make their choice in 1960.
Obama and Clinton are not that different when it comes down to it, and I have no doubt that the moment one of them drops out of the race, their entire base will switch over to the other to create a massive, unbeatable democratic grassroots machine for November. I've chosen to support Clinton not simply because she's a woman (by this logic I would have supported Kerry Healey) but because she's proved to be more progressive on a number of issues than Obama, and I think she would be a far better leader of this country than would he, qualifications completely excluded. Hope and change are not things that matter to me a whole lot. I think they're tired, overused slogans and nothing more. We're getting a new President after 8 years of the Bush Jr. debacle; everyone from Duncan Hunter to Ron Paul to Mitt Romney would be a welcome change, and for that I am more hopeful than I've ever been in my adult life.
This is a really weird memory, but I remember Matt Kaplan came into Mrs. Ripley's first grade class (circa November of 1992) one day shouting "read my lips: no taxis." None of us had any idea what the hell he was talking about, or even what he was trying to reference at the time (and I'm guessing neither did he), but then again, it was Matt Kaplan, who never made much sense, and his moronic behavior is something that continued well into...well, it still continues I guess. I guess it was only something he'd overheard one of his his parents ranting about as Bush tried to recover from this broken campaign promise of 1988 to beat the young whippersnapper Clinton. But that was my first exposure to campaign rhetoric and iconic statements. I just remembered that while writing this. Weird.
I love politics. In case you didn't know.