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I feel sorry for my daughter.
At the moment I write this, a month til the general election, Hillary Clinton stands at the cusp of an 85% chance of winning the presidential election. A virtual shoe-in. The first woman president of the United States of America. The first woman president in over 200 years. History is being made. Huzzah.
And what kind of woman? A woman who supports abortion, which I view to be a hideous crime against women and children, a true sign that our society completely disvalues the vocation of motherhood. A woman in bed with corporate money. A woman who is a war hawk. A woman who’s basically an old Republican white guy only openly pro-choice. I’m not one of those hysterical conspiracy theorists about Hillary Clinton, I don’t think she’s the antichrist or the worst person in the world, but she’s not my idea of an inspiration, not by a long shot. I’ll stick with Joan of Arc, Catherine of Sienna and Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
And why Hillary Clinton a virtual shoe-in?
Is it because of her resume? Is it because she’s been an attorney for so many years? Is it because she was a senator or the Secretary of State? Is it because of her ideas and plans– many of which I do support and some of which, as I’ve already said, I oppose?
And, as I’ve said, I’m sorry for my daughter, who will have to read in history about this mess, and who may be told and come to believe that a woman can only become president if she runs against a joke. That a woman’s only chance to hold office is if the man she’s running against is a disaster; that she wouldn’t have a chance against a competent man. I hope that’s not the line she gets, but she might.
What a mess.