I never thought she was…

Jay Cost’s article in the WSJ is creating a lot of buzz, as he asserts what some of us have been saying for a long time: Mrs. Clinton isn’t much of a politician.

The problem, and it’s not one Cost addresses, is that she really needn’t be much of a politician to be very successful, because she has the unconditional backing of the MSM, and she has waterfalls of money being funneled in her direction from George Soros, Americans Coming Together, The Media Fund and about a hundred other 527’s.

Hillary has the disingenuous lie down pat. She can look you right in the face and tell you “the fact is I’ve always been…(a Yankess fan, a praying person, a cookie-baker)” with the absolute and full expectation that you will accept that claim simply because she has said it. She has no respect for the intelligence of the voters, and sadly, too many of them, mind-numbed by lifetimes spent believing everything they’re told on television, simply nod their heads and say, “uh-huh, that’s right! She’s shooore tellin’ the truth! She shooore did move to the center, she shhoooore did say we needed to find “common ground” on abortion, and that MEANT something! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! It did!”

And there are simply some in this country who are so far gone, so reactionary and reflexive in their support of Hillary (they love her simply because the other side does not) that they would watch her eat puppy brains on the steps of Disneyworld and still say, “aw, isn’t she great? She’s such a ROLE-MODEL, such an ADVOCATE!”

Truth is, Hillary is a rotten politician who cannot work off script, which is why when she ran for the Senate in NY, she went on a “listening” tour, making no speeches, answering none but the puffiest questions. Her tin ear is legendary, and her “nod-head-pop-eyes-point-to-someone-in-audience-and-wave” schtick has become almost robotic.

But none of that matters. She’s the pony the press is pushing, and comrades, if Katie Couric is giggling with her, and Oprah is weeping with her, and Barack Obama or John McCain are running with her, you simply will not be able to resist!

Here is something kind of odd, that most people don’t know. Back in the late 60’s (I don’t know the exact year) Hillary – for no reason at all – was booked onto The Tonight Show w/ Johnny Carson and presented to the world as a model of the young, fresh, fiercely “intellectual” and emancipated modern woman. She had nothing to say, then, either, but Hillary Rodham was featured on the nations #1 talk show and in LIFE magazine.

But you know, it’s never made any sense to me that Hillary’s coming out would be on the Tonight Show, rather than the Dick Cavett show, which was recognised at the time as the “brainier, more intellectual, more politically savvy” of the talk shows. It’s never made sense…unless you recall that at that time The Tonight Show was broadcast from NY, and Carson lived in the UN Building, where the elevator to his apartment was likely full of movers and shakers from that “august” body of diplomats and “public servants.”

Hillary Rodham, from what I can tell, had nothing extraordinary to offer, either in her looks or her rhetoric – she said nothing that deviated from what the rest of the feminist leadership and leftist activists were saying at the time, and yet she was thrust into rather unusual prominence. Odd. The whole thing about Hillary is odd. There is her strong discipleship to Saul Alinksy. There is the “hidden” thesis, locked up somewhere in Wellesley, if it has not been destroyed, that no one has ever been allowed to see. Kind of a strange, that’s all.

She writes papers no one is allowed to see, she makes $100,000.00 in cattle futures in one week, but no one is allowed to doubt her good fortune (how could we DOUBT Hillary when she gives an Oprahesque presser, in a hot-pink skirt suit and gosh-and-gollies her way through with, “hey, I’m just an ordinary woman! I have no idea how I made $100,000.00 in a week! I just gave the nice man my little thousand dollars and he brought me back a big check but I’m just simple woman, so I never asked him anything about it, or tried my luck a second time! I’m just a humble female, and I never thought to ask about it!”

She is certainly the human embodiment of that kitchen drawer we all have, the one that contains chewed pencils, old pentops, scraps of paper with scribbled, half-illegible notes, potholders from your kids day camp, screwdrivers with broken tips, stale gum and an old 45 record. Once in a while, you might make an effort to tidy things up, and throw out this or that, but somehow, that drawer never does get fully cleared out.

Nothing inside the drawer is valuable, none of it makes sense, and yet the drawer is allowed to remain, in all of its haphazard disarray, because as a drawer, itself, it is useful.