When my humans leave the house I feel anxiety. Deep down I know they will return, but there is always that nagging feeling that they might not come home again. I will patiently wait at the front door the entire time they are gone. I have become accustomed to their presence and their attention. I live for their attention, know what to expect, and count on the stability of that attention. I anticipate the joy of their return and their adoration.
This is my life.
What is not normal is when a person feels this deep need to be adored, idolized, and always in public view. We met Hillary Clinton as the wife of a presidential candidate. After her stint in the White House she wanted more and moved to New York to run for the Senate. Why wasn't being the wife of a president enough? From the senate she ran for president, only to come in behind our biggest political failure to date. Now she is considering another run for president.
Where does this deep-seated need come from? We were fine with her as First Lady, but not as a Senator or Secretary of State, much less president. Her credentials are that she is married to a former president, but I can't name one thing of importance from her time in the Senate, much less her time as Secretary of State.
Oh darn......I forgot about that teeny-weeny thing......SHE LET 4 AMERICANS DIE ON FOREIGN SOIL, did NOTHING to help them, and had the audacity to say, "What difference at this point does it make?”
What difference at this point does it make? It makes a big difference when considering your audacity to run for an office that is totally out of your depth. It makes no difference to the millions of true and loyal Americans who would never, ever vote for you.
We can only hope the Democratic party puts all its cards on you and spends all their money on you, so each of you can watch your narcissistic dreams go up in smoke. You were the wife of former president, but you don't have what it takes to be a president.
"Politics is the pursuit of trivial men who, when they succeed at it, become important in the eyes of more trivial men."
George Jean Nathan (1882 - 1958)
















