There has always been a question about Hillary--is she in it for the power or just for the money?
The pundits say that Hillary Clinton is firmly ensconced in the driver's seat, with both feet in the Presidential pool, her vast limitless statewide popularity is propelling six freshman Democrats into hastily vacated NY Congressional seats in the next election, her mountain of campaign cash is reaching dizzying heights requiring oxygen to fully tabulate, while her gymnastic exploits are shown to exceed those of a newly nubile Madeleine albright.
almost every talking head, journalist, member of the White House press corps, David Gregory, Katie Couric, sci-fi writers at the NY Times and the rest believe that Hillary's primary occupation is her hunt for White House gold and her fabled return to rightful power, so long denied her by the vast right-wing conspiracy.
They all agree that nuclear-armed power would be good for Hillary, with her proven capabilities at bossing folks around, hiding records, taking control, redecorating, having friends over and charging them for sleeping in abe's room, collecting donations, hiring private eyes, getting down, telling it like it is, assisting her cronies and wading into the spoils system with a surf caster, three inch hook and a mega-creel.
The kingfish also blazon that Hillary would be able to advance long lost socialism, push the progressivism of Norman Thomas, nationalize the doddering health care system, which can barely give a kid a shot, subpoena big oil and drag them into the bright lights and plunk them down in front of the champion of privacy, Chuck Schumer, for a good licking, stunt capitalism and kill their extinct ideas of profit, turn the IRS loose on hecklers and build a presidential library to rival her spouse's with a Tehachapi Room, featuring pink swag lamps, the size of Rhode Island.
There is also some evidence, gathered over time, that Hill is also concerned over the accretion of money.
She has taken write-offs on used under drawers and shirt waists on her income taxes, gotten involved in the worthless rags-to-riches Whitewater caper--the so called "Western Hemisphere's Mecca"--jumped feet first into the federally insured banking industry in arkansas, where she shuffled funds and foreclosures for Mr. MacDougall, parlayed a short yard into a hundred long in the commodities market after reading a Reader's Digest article on cattle futures while waiting to see an oculist, and conversed with Eleanor Roosevelt about investments in seances.
But the Hill has gotten a few singed fingers along the way. The blow back came pretty close to the firewall in La awhile ago in the Peter Paul "star studded" fund raiser scandal, where some 1.2 million dollars--or was it 850,000 dollars, who can remember, certainly not Hillary--became a pretty serious problem in the legal reporting end of things.
Nope, fertilizing the money tree with manure has always been a big part of Hillary's overall plan.
Can there be anything better for a pullulating ego in a pantsuit than to stride on stage to plangent applause, render a stirring, stump winding vituperative monody and then, when the echoes of your own bellaring fade away, to be greeted with a long line of eager beavers handing you bags full of long green?
Her process is an enormous improvement on Billy Graham's, because she has no responsibility for their souls once her limousine leaves the curb, just for banking their specie--legal tender for all debts, public and private, hers included.
Donating to Hillary Clinton is like visiting a donut stand--where you stand in a long line, fork over cash for a standard but often stale product, and receive a sweet airy puff pastry in return, which melts in your mouth with the rapidity of cotton candy, delivered from the far left side of the counter, or right, depending on the time of day and the audience.
But it's her turn to clean up and she has the will to make it happen. Bill is shaking the entire planet by the feet and emptying its deep pockets over his Vuitton steamer trunk with books, speeches, t-shirts, mementos from his Dali-esque library, autographed photos, handshakes, lunches, coffee klatches, winks, self-help courses in Dubai and lessons on triangulation.
and Hillary wants hers, regardless of whether she wins or loses elections, whether or not she sits in the Blue Room or the Oval Office--she is going to roll around in a money bin like Scrooge McDuck. and if Bill, with all of his shameful baggage, considering the way he's treated her, can milk folk the way he's doing it, there's no way she is going to get by with any less.
The 29 million in her war chest is just a down payment for all of her suffering. The american people, every last one of them, owe her far more than that. and being the world's greatest living attorney, she knows that full and fair compensation is always about the money--her money, an account that'll always be open.
Deep in the background, expanding with the vacuum energy of the early inflationary universe, is her growing hamper of dirty laundry, ready to explode at any time, rendering her finely crafted image of Churchillian leadership worthless and turning that fountain of loot into a simple pension to cushion her impending dotage.
But it's her money. She's earned it. Nobody can take that away.
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