Not a trace of self-awareness in the old soak.
The White House criticized Saturday morning former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s mocking comments about First Lady Melania Trump’s anti-cyberbullying “Be Best” campaign.
Clinton, appearing on Thursday’s episode of “Watch What Happens Live” in promotion of her new Hulu documentary, told host Andy Cohen that the current first lady “should look closer to home” if she’s serious about combating cyberbullying.
“She of all people should refrain from doling out relationship advice,” White House press secretary Stephanie Grisham told Daily Caller of the comments. “Her bitterness and envy were on full display.”
The DC’s main-page headline writer calls that response “scathing,” but it really ain’t. What it is, is true.
Clinton also criticized both President Donald Trump and Vermont Independent Sen. Bernie Sanders during her appearance and WWHL’s Live After Show.
“I think he’s hiding a bunch of things,” Clinton said of Trump. “I think he’s hiding that he’s not as wealthy as he claims to be. He has only not only not been charitable, but he now is prohibited from having a charitable foundation because he used it for personal and political reasons.”
So, not at ALL like the Clinton Foundation then.
“I think that he has probably has a lot of funding from suspect sources that would be shown in his tax returns. I think it would just be a cornucopia of information about his claims to the contrary.”
See? You SEE what I mean? Not a fucking TRACE.
Clinton has consistently criticized Sanders throughout the majority of the 2020 election cycle.
“He was a career politician.”
Okay, I am now thinking I should probably check to make sure all this didn’t come from the Bee.
“It’s all just baloney and I feel so bad that people got sucked into it,” she said of her former election rival during an appearance on ABC this past week. “Change is hard, it’s not glamorous, it doesn’t fit into a soundbite and yet the people who were elected in 2018 are out there doing the people’s work.”
Gotta give the Box-Wine Battleax props for being able to keep a straight face on that one, I suppose.
“I think we ought to be more understanding and realistic on what it takes to get change in this big, complicated, pluralistic democracy of ours.”
Gee, nice word salad there, Hills. And we can all take that amorphous wad of “sincere,” “heartfelt” bafflegab to mean whatever we want it to, right?
But seriously, just what the effin’ eff would YOU know about “change” anyway, pray tell? Real change is happening all around us, and American lives are being materially improved as a result of it. Change—actual, positive change—is not a thing you and your kind wish to inspire or implement. It’s a thing you oppose, with every fiber of your being.
Let’s face it: you’re about as establishment as establishment gets these days. You maybe didn’t notice—probably sleeping off another binge, I reckon—but while you were (passed) out, the Democrat-Socialist Party passed on by with a quickness, riding hell-for-leather straight on over to the radical-Marxist camp, leaving whatever remained of you calculating “third way” stealth-socialists in a cloud of their Hard Left dust.
Yet still you persist, unswervingly convinced you’re personally entitled to power and deference and glory because…well, because you want them, dammit. You’re clueless, out of touch, transparently insincere, and an entirely unpleasant person—a true limousine liberal who has insulated yourself so thorougly from the contemptible rabble you presume to rule that you no longer have any idea what must be said, done, or promised to hoodoo them into electing you. Tragically for you, though, way too many of us know these things about you now. Meanwhile, the young ‘uns are off pursuing a collectivist chimera gone way too far beyond your comparatively milquetoast masquerade for them to have the slightest interest in the Old Ways.
So here’s the deal, toots: you’re yesterday’s news, long past your sell-by date, moldy and stale and, frankly, kinda boring. Other than an ever-dwindling posse of fading feminists from your own era still clinging to the dream of seeing one of their own become President, nobody really wants or needs you anymore. Hell, even as slick and wily an operator as your *cough cough* “husband” once was couldn’t find a way to drag your staggering, shambolic carcass across the finish line and into the White House.
Which was in 2016, mind, under which bridge much water has since passed. And please, don’t let’s be kidding ourselves that your prospects are going to miraculously brighten all of a sudden, perhaps because of your less-than-stellar tenure as SecState, or your eminently forgettable stint as a carpetbagging Senator “from” New York, shall we?
Your schtick—the grubby megalomania; the onanistic self-regard; the (gag!) “vision,” “experience,” and “competence”—has just become embarrassing at this late date. Do us all a favor: scrape up the grace and dignity to go gently into that good night, so to speak. Feel free to knock back however many shots you may require in order to embrace a lesser destiny and just leave us the hell alone at long, long last.