<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d13627209\x26blogName\x3dThe+Cynical+Ones\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://thecynicalones.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://thecynicalones.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-4663045453058572490', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
About Me

Writer. Music head. Political junkie. Pop culture whore. Funny black boy. Looking to have a voice in the world -- with a few good sponsors.

View My Complete Profile


Find Me Here:

The Recession Diaries

The Spin

Stay Tuned

Twitter


The Roll

1016

Aliya King

All That I Am: A Diary of My Randymethoughts Pt. II

Amerika's Muse

Bark + Bite

Basement Elevation

Bomani Jones

Bossip

Brooklyn Sista

Clay Cane

Concrete Loop

crunk and disorderly

Dope Penmanship

Fly Cliches

Four Four

GangStarrGirl

Got Sole?

Hot 2 Def Inc.

Incommunicado

Just Another Girl on the IRT

Me, Myself An Eye

Middlechild Promotions

Mz. Virgo

Necole Bitchie

Negrita Linda

One Boy Revolution

Oo Itz Santo

Queen of the Non Sequiturs

Queen To Be

Rhymes With Snitch

Soulbounce

Straight From The A

Thank God I'm Famous

That Grape Juice

The Fury

The Real 7

The search for RELLevance

Think2wice

Toya's World



Previous Posts

Re: That's Not Hot
Bizzy Bone Speaking on Remix of Beyonce's
That's Not Hot
Pissy Takes On The Haters
Someone's Going To Have To Go To Confession
Same Girl, Same Everything Else
Sarah Silverman: My New Hero
Saucy
Tele-phobia
Whoa Nelly

archives

May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009


Add to Technorati Favorites

Site Meter

free page hit
counter

Wednesday, June 13, 2007
5:00 PM


I Have To Like You, Like You

 

Whenever I think about entertaining other people’s suggestions that I give politics I try, I read articles like “Hillary Searches For Her Inner Jock” from the New York Times, and I’m quickly reminded that given the way the American political system works, I’d probably be shot dead mid-campaign.

I’ve previously blogged about Hillary Clinton a number of times. I like her, personally. Politically, I’m suspicious of both her and her husband given their admiration for triangulation (staying to the center at all costs, forgoing any real opinion in favor of what sounds good)--- and love of huge corporate donors. Still, when I read articles such as these, I actually feel slightly bad for her.

Who really cares if Hillary isn’t actively engaged in a sport? Apparently, most Americans do. Of course, these are the same Americans who voted an habitual liar and ex-coke head to the Presidency – twice- so go figure.

In the article there’s a quote offered by one of her donors saying, “How does a 59-year-old mama run against sexy Obama?” What a finely worded testament to ageism and patriarchy.

The writer goes on to ask how can Hillary show personality through sports the way past presidents have shown.

They list Reagan riding horseback, the first Bush racing speedboats, the second Bush clearing brush (someone inform me, the uncultured one, what that actually means), and Hillary’s own husband, Bill, playing golf.

I’m too young to remember Reagan’s presidency in detail, but I do know about the crack epidemic, Iran/Contra scandal, Reaganomics, his ignorant “Welfare Queen” statement, and a slew of other errors that left the country fucked. I remember the first Bush not doing much of anything outside of the first Iraqi war and along with a little white lie called "no new taxes," and Clinton leading the biggest economic expansion in American history along with tawdry details about his several lucid extra-marital affairs (that I really didn't need to know about). I can remember a stained GAP dress, but nothing about Clinton pretending to be Tiger Woods. What about you?

Not to be outdone, the writer of the piece is quick to remind us that even if Condoleezza Rice ran for President, she could play up her love for the NFL. Ok, I do remember ole Condi saying she would love to be NFL Commissioner. However, I remember her being a part of this dimwitted narcissistic administration that’s made the world an incredibly unsafe place a lot more.

The Clinton camp is quoted as saying that if the presidential nomination comes down to experience, competence and gutsiness (rather than personality), Mrs. Clinton will win.

That strategy worked so well for John Kerry, something I’m sure the machine-like Clinton campaign has made note of. I think Hillary Clinton is likeable. She’s smart, strong with an interesting story. This all translates into raging emasculating feminist bitch to a good faction of the country, naturally.

So now she has two options: Try to be captured on camera playing a sport, and then be criticized for being inauthentic and/or be chastised for playing the “wrong sport” a-la John Kerry and his now infamous wind-surfing spectacle that unfortunately became an actual news story.

I’m guessing she’ll try both, thus giving in to ridiculous public demands by the media that she make herself as likeable as possible for all the wrong reasons instead of the one that should actually matter: Her vision for the future of the country.

I would think such vision, if good for the country, would actually make her all the more endearing to voters. It doesn’t work that way, though. Who cares if the person is the best for the job if you can’t have a beer with them, right?


The Cynical Ones.
posted by Michael at