Showing posts with label presidential primary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label presidential primary. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Another Letter To Hillary Clinton

(Back in February, I wrote my first letter to Hillary, offering some urgent advice for her campaign. She didn't listen to me, and now she's in dire straits. So here's another note, offering even more advice. Will I ever be able to get through that tough, thick hide of hers - with my words?)

Dear Hillary,

So you lost North Carolina by a ton, and Indiana was won by the slimmest of margins – less than two percentage points. You actually fell a little further behind in terms of delegate count and popular votes.

You should have listened to me when you had the chance.

In my last letter, I told you to go for the choke hold. It would seem that you misunderstood my intention. And it would now appear that your inability to decipher my advice is costing you.

You see Hillary, I wasn’t telling you to put Obama in a figurative choke hold – via negative publicity about his former pastor, or by focusing on some stupid comments that he’s made.

What I was trying to convey is that you need to get HIM to put YOU in a literal, physical, two-handed choke hold on national TV. I didn’t care how you did it. But I was confident that you could piss him off enough to make it happen.

What a CHANGE that would have been to Washington “politics as usual.”

Suffice it to say, you blew it. You really crapped it up this time, Clinton. Please re-read my last note. I won’t explain it again.

Even so, you’re right. The battle goes on, and you shall fight to the end.

Aristotle once said, “It’s not over until the fat lady sings.”

And although that doesn’t apply here (and I’m not calling you fat), I think it’s an important thing to note, and could serve as a useful rebuttal to the millions of democrats who are now asking you to step aside – to allow the uppity Obama to steal the nomination from your working class - yet Palmolive smooth - hands.

Some say you have no chance to win, mathematically - that you have no chance, realistically speaking, to secure the party’s nomination.

Others say there aren’t enough delegates left – that even if you won a vast majority of the remaining votes, you still couldn’t technically win.

Mathematically. Realistically. Technically.

These are the words of losers and quitters.

Clearly, you are not a loser. And you have no need for words such as “unattainable”, “inarguable,” or “actually-no-chance.”

And yet, I feel like you need some more advice right about now. I just don’t know if it’s worth pouring my heart and soul into this correspondence.

No matter. This election is too important. I won’t cower in a corner, crying like a coddled weakling.

Hillary, my advice to you is this: STAGE A MILITARY COUP. Just to be clear, that’s a sudden and decisive change of government illegally or by force. It’s your only solid shot at grabbing power.


"Now, Mrs. Clinton hold on to your coffee, cause what you see over there is called a 'big gun,' and the man holding it is known as a 'United States soldier.' He's on our side, so don't be afraid of the face paint."



Hill, hamming it up for the cameras, while internally calculating which soldier is trustworthy enough to help her overthrow the Republican warlords in Washington.


Either that, or let Bravo film a reality show about your campaign. If the ratings are anywhere near those of Top Chef, then the remaining super delegates have to fall in line behind you.

So to recap my latest counsel: either a) overthrow the government via military force, or b) get a reality show of your own.

Good luck with this new and improved plan. I know you can pull it off gracefully. If you go the reality TV route, just let me know when to set my DVR.

Warmest regards,

A big fan of yours and Bubba's since '92,

I was born about 100 miles from Scranton - your hometown,

So you see we're very similar in most ways,

Except for a discrepancy of about 109 million dollars between our bank accounts,

But otherwise we are birds of a feather,

We are soul sisters, even though I am a man,

So best wishes for a successful campaign/coup/reality show


- The Mill

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Philadelphia To Choose The Next President? Uh Oh!!

Philadelphia is a real hotbed of Presidential Primary excitement right about now.

I should know. I just spent the weekend there.

The signs are out in force. “Vote Obama” here. “Clinton 2008” over there. I also saw a “Hillary For President” sign jammed into a huge pile of dirt on the side of the road. I’m not sure if that was due to a clever Obama operative making a subtle statement, or a confused but resourceful Clinton supporter.

No matter where you go around town, a political fever hovers in the air like a malarial cloud. Wave after wave of hard-ass Clinton attacks and weak-kneed Obama rebuttals waft across every cheesesteak-cooking grill in the city.


Hillary Clinton claims that Obama's refusal to eat 3 of these in one sitting is "Un-American"


The smells of thinly-sliced sirloin, fried onions, Cheez Whiz, and hopes for universal healthcare are ubiquitous in these parts.

You could smell it, feel it, taste it. The difference was palpable.

Or maybe it was just a little humid, and there was a raging tire fire somewhere in South Philly.


Smell of hot, flaming political rivalry in the air? Or was someone shooting propane tanks down by the old tire dump?


In any case, it’s no surprise that the Pennsylvania Democratic Primary race hinges upon the voting preferences of the good people of Philly town.

For fair disclosure, I should let you know that I was born and raised in Philadelphia. I love the city, and even plan to move back there some day to buy a house and raise a family – or vice versa.

Rich in history - the first capital of the United States, and home of the Liberty Bell – it seems only fitting that Philadelphians should have such big influence on this all-important election. But even I feel a little uncomfortable about letting these folks decide who our next President will be. And like it or not, that’s essentially what April 22nd boils down to.

Keep in mind that this is the home of the notoriously unforgiving sports fans, who once booed Santa Claus during an Eagles game in 1968, and who, during a Phillies game 30 years later, threw batteries at an unassuming J.D. Drew.

My point is that, in Philadelphia, this type of behavior spans across generations. Hillary might do better with older Philadelphians – those who pelted Santa with snowballs during a football game. But Barack does well with the younger generation – who rained double-A’s down upon the head and shoulders of a mostly innocent outfielder.


Who will Philadelphia choose for us as the next President?


Do either of these groups really know who’ll make a better nominee?

Do they know who has a better shot to beat McCain in the fall?

Should we wait and see for whom they vote, and then hope and pray that the other candidate wins the nomination?

Just kidding, fellow Philadelphians!! May your voices be heard on high!

Go Eagles!!!!

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