As far as I can tell from my New Hampshire neighbors, no Democrats actually like Hillary Clinton except for liberal NPR-listening women d'un certain âge - for whom, as we saw in February, merely being in the presence of Hillary gets their groove back:
But not all liberal NPR-listening women d'un certain âge are in the groove. Susan Sarandon tells the BBC:
I don't vote with my vagina. This is bigger than that.
It turns out Mrs Clinton is the candidate trying to grab 'em by the p***y, and not all of them are that grabbed by the idea of President Hillary. Miss Sarandon:
The DNC, I believe, having seen what I saw during the primaries, is so corrupt that it's not worthy of our votes.
That's what a principled leftie makes of Hillary. Besides, if you do want to vote with your vagina, there's always Jill Stein, who says "Hillary Clinton is indeed the Queen of Corruption."
Susan Sarandon was a Bernie supporter, so she's right: "What I saw during the primaries is so corrupt." But then there's the stuff she didn't see:
We need to consider changing course and getting NY, NJ, and maybe others to move their dates earlier to give her hefty early wins.
Donald Trump explained the pussy-grabbing as locker-room talk. Over in the Clinton locker room, there's no sex talk, just pleasant chit-chat about their respected Senate colleague:
Bernie needs to be ground to a pulp... Crush him as hard as you can. Other than that, hope all is well.
John Podesta responds:
I agree with that in principle. Where would you stick the knife in?
Stronger Together! As for Bernie himself, he seems to have begun to notice that sharp thing sticking out of his chest:
INTERVIEWER: There are a lot of your supporters that don't trust that Hillary is going to come through...
BERNIE: This is not trust. We're not here to trust. It is the very opposite of what I am saying to say 'Oh, sit back, elect Clinton, and then trust."
Actually I think the one thing you can trust is that Hillary will screw over Bernie: You can take that to the bank. Because in the vast three-decade cast of Clinton fall-guys, there's always room for more.
On which subject, meet Bonnie, another of those liberal women d'un certain âge, who back in 2008 was catering for the Clintons: They adored the way she was attentive enough to pick out their favorite ice creams (fresh peach for Bill, black raspberry for Hill). Eight years later, she's living in a homeless shelter where they piss in the elevator and then blame it on her service dogs. But Bonnie is still gung-ho for Hillary:
I adore Hillary, she is brilliant. I got a sense from the two of them that people don't often see. The Clintons devoted their life to public service. If they were in a law practice they'd be making millions of dollars. They are so smart, they could be rolling in money.
Instead, they're having to scrape by on six-million-dollar speeches to layabout sheikhs. Kathy Shaidle responds:
Are you really that out of touch? They ARE rolling in money, and making millions of dollars. Hillary commodified the State Department, accepting "donations" from anti-woman, anti-gay nations in exchange for US govt favors.
Just one example: Qatar gave Bill a million dollar check for his birthday (!) and suddenly the US opened up weapons sales to Qatar by 1400 per cent.
You fell for their (well, his) superficial charm. These people don't care about you. They never think about you. Ever. Your one-sided "relationship" with them reveals the mindset that helped get you where you are today. Wake up while you still can.
Words to ponder - especially if you're Huma or Cheryl or any other Clinton aide whose laptop is currently being combed over by the FBI.
Susan: I'm not with her.
Bernie: I'm with her, even though I don't trust her.
Bonnie: I'm with her, even though she's not with me getting peed on in the homeless shelter.
Huma, Cheryl, Heather, etc: I'm with her, at least until the plea-bargain.
~Speaking of Huma, Teddy Crider writes from the swingingest swing state of North Carolina:
I think you've missed the mark in "Occam's Weiner".
I am a former IT Manager for a small venture capitalist and may be able to offer some insight as to how 600,000 emails of Huma's ended up on Weiner's sex machine.
Hillary's problem is she cheaped out on her Blackberries. We know how Hillary and Huma love the Blackberries. There are two ways of delivering info to the Blackberries. One can have a Blackberry server which wirelessly sends emails and synchronizes the calendar and contacts to the devices. Hardware and software would have set the Clintons back about $6,000.
The cheap route is to use "Desktop" synchronization. Emails are still delivered wirelessly, but contacts and calendar items are synched by connecting the device to a personal PC.
Having spent time helping those in the executive suite, I recognize the relationship between Hill and Huma on the business level. Hill decides to accept a meeting and it's up to Huma to get it on the Blackberry Calendar. Or one of the trolls in the Clinton Foundation finds a new mark, and Hillary directs Huma to add his CV to the Blackberry contacts.
For obvious reasons, this cannot be synched on any systems at State, so at some point it was set up on a laptop that Huma kept at home, unfortunately it was Anthony's Porn Puter. The Blackberry typically synchs with Microsoft Outlook, which in turn synchs with the mail server in Hillary's basement. You plug in the Blackberry and all the calendar and contact info sifts back and forth and you're done. During that process, it also does the same process with the emails, which Huma may have been unaware of.
It's likely that among the 650,000 purported emails that there is a great deal of duplication. On the upside, in my experience of the interpersonal relationships of executives and admins, the exec will often copy or mirror, all emails to the admin, meaning that among the chaff, there is a lot of wheat, the cream of wheat of all of Hillary's deleted emails.
It is also likely in my view that the sex-addled Anthony had no knowledge of any of this.
~As Hillary must be bitterly reflecting round about now, "The Night Has A Thousand Eyes". My farewell to Bobby Vee prompted this letter from Dan Hollombe:
Although his singles were mostly crafted specifically for him, when it came to album cuts, Bobby Vee frequently updated tunes from the Great American Songbook. Whether or not it was mainly his idea or Snuff Garrett's is unknown, but there's an interesting story behind THIS reworking of an old Harry Warren/Al Dubin song from 1934.
In the spring and summer of 1964, Bobby Vee did not merely surrender to the Beatles, but attempted to put up a fight. He released an album entitled Bobby Vee Sings The New Sound From England. It included a couple of Beatle covers (of course) and a couple of self-penned Beatles soundalikes. It's these two early experiments in Rutlemania that are particularly interesting. One of the principal characteristics of Lennon & McCartney tunes in those days was the high-pitched "Wooos" on V+ chords and Vee really nailed it with THIS single, which sadly, stalled at #52.
Which brings me back to his cover of "I'll String Along With You." Although it's lone connection to England was merely that Al Bowlly was among the many people that covered it back in the 30s, I believe it was chosen simply because the bridge ended with an augmented dominant that he could "Wooo" on.
With all the hub-hub about the 50th anniversary of "Revolver" last summer, people tend to forget that in 1963, the Beatles' contributions to music were actually about music, and not drugs and sound effects.
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