An amusing video (posted by Matt Drudge) shows a row of American flags chaotically tumbling down behind and almost on top of Hillary last weekend—hardly an auspicious omen for Veterans Day.
I like the way Hillary uses her flat, practical, real-life voice to admonish the event organizers about properly weighting the poles. A plus is a glimpse of Hillary’s top aide, the elegant Huma Abedin, wielding one of her formidable designer handbags:
Aside from the stylish Huma, there’s definitely something weird and cultish in the sycophantish cathexis onto Hillary of the many nerds, geeks and vengeful viragos who run her campaign — sometimes to her detriment, as with the recent ham-handed playing of the clichéd gender card.
I suspect the latter dumb move, which has backfired badly, came from Ann Lewis (Barney Frank’s sister), a fanatical Hillary true believer who has been spouting beatific feminist bromides about her for the past 15 years.
(The transcript of my tangle with Lewis about Hillary on CNN’s “Crossfire” in 1994 is reprinted in my second essay collection.)
Hillary seems to have acolytes rather than friends — hardly a reassuring trait for a potential president whose paranoia has already been called Nixonian.
Isolated monarchs never hear the bad news until the people riot and the lynch mob is at the door.