We Like Failure

We bipeds can sure pick ‘em. The fact that Hillary Clinton could announce her healthcare plan and not be laughed out of politics for life is a sure tribute either to her extraordinary skills or to something in the national water supply.

When I say skills, I do not mean to commend her as a politician because that much-abused term suggests someone who can not only obtain power but also shape the course of events. The Clinton dyad excels only at the former, which makes Madame H, like her smiley mate, just a superb self-promoter.

As far as I can tell, Clintonism as practiced so far is comprised of two parts: (1) an uncanny reading of what will sell on the way up and (2) complete triangulated surrender at the first sign of resistance once securely in office. So I am resigned to seeing HC trounce the competition and inaugurate yet another dreary period of official pandering to the powerful accompanied by unctuous and depressingly convincing smiles for the people being screwed.

But it is certainly perversely appropriate that during the same week in which Bush trotted out the bemedalled Julius, er I mean, David Petraeus to bullshit us about Iraq we should also hear from Hillarious about all the neat things we can look forward to at the hospital and the doctor’s office. Both are equally qualified to speak on those subjects given that they have both presided over ignominious, crushing failure in their respective spheres. Because faith, that is, blind faith, springs eternal in the biped breast, they can both look forward to long and illustrious careers at the top.