Hillary and Camile

I've been consumed with a major writing project,  not to mention a growing company,  and a corporate move to bigger facilities, so posts will be sparse for the next month or so. However, I can't resist a post today.

It looks like the candidates for the general election are beginning to take shape—Hillary and Donald. I don't like either, but when it comes to a decision, Hillary would be an unmitigated disaster. As I mentioned in an earlier post, she exemplifies a perfect political trifecta—dishonesty, corruption and incompetence. The election of Hillary will guarantee that the trifecta will infect a White House that has already experienced eight years of it under Barack Obama. Trump, for all of his failings (and they are legion), offers an opportunity (not a guarantee) for independent and moderate leadership. More on all of that in the months to come.

I ran across a post by Camile Paglia, a progressive who is one of the most honest and insightful writers I've encountered over the years. Here are her thoughts on Hillary Clinton:

What is it with the Hillary cult?

As a lifelong Democrat who will be enthusiastically voting for Bernie Sanders in next week’s Pennsylvania primary, I have trouble understanding the fuzzy rosy filter through which Hillary fans see their champion. So much must be overlooked or discounted—from Hillary’s compulsive money-lust and her brazen indifference to normal rules to her conspiratorial use of shadowy surrogates and her sociopathic shape-shifting in policy positions for momentary expedience.

Hillary’s breathtaking lack of concrete achievements or even minimal initiatives over her long public career doesn’t faze her admirers a whit. They have a religious conviction of her essential goodness and blame her blank track record on diabolical sexist obstructionists. When at last week’s debate Hillary crassly blamed President Obama for the disastrous Libyan incursion that she had pushed him into, her acolytes hardly noticed. They don’t give a damn about international affairs—all that matters is transgender bathrooms and instant access to abortion.

I’m starting to wonder, given the increasing dysfunction of our democratic institutions, if the Hillary cult isn’t perhaps registering an atavistic longing for monarchy. Or perhaps it’s just a neo-pagan reversion to idolatry, as can be felt in the Little Italy street festival scene of The Godfather, Part II, where devout pedestrians pin money to the statue of San Rocco as it is carried by in procession. There was a strange analogy to that last week, when Sanders supporters satirically showered Hillary’s motorcade with dollar bills as she arrived at George Clooney’s luxe fund-raiser in Los Angeles.

Wow! Camile nails it.

As I watch my true blue friends eyes glisten when they talk about a Hillary presidency, I wonder whether they're living in an alternative universe. You know, a place where lies are truth, fluid ethics are lack of principles represent a stable leader, and few accomplishments and many serious failures are clear signs of success. Where's my bumper sticker?