A Tale of Two Trinities
A HIREHEELS EXCLUSIVE!
Watch Hillary Clinton and Reverend Wright “side-by-side” - a woman who unites in a time of grief and crisis and a man who bitterly and maliciously divides.
“big O” speech doesn’t hit spot for voters
Obama’s forced speech on Rev. Wright and race has been hyped endlessly by the media as iconic - in the league of Gettysburg Address or I Have a Dream.
But a new poll by InsiderAdvantage/Majority Opinion suggests that voters were far less persuaded than the effusive Obamania worshippers peddling Barack’s healing abilities. Read on for poll excerpts:
Teflon-coated manolos are earned
No matter how inspiring I find Senator Obama, I still support Senator Clinton for the nomination. Why? Because of a few lessons I’ve learned from office politics. Kick up your heels if you recognize these scenarios. 
Lesson 1: Real-Life Experience Matters More Than Job Title
You know the ins and outs of your department—how things really get done, what screws everything up, how to fix it and still make deadline and budget. But you’re a job title away from the promotion that just opened up, so nobody in HR wants to take you seriously. Instead, they hire a guy from outside the company because his job title sounds more like what they want. He promptly steamrolls in with “New, new, new!” ideas, but never asks you about the real life stuff that came before him—and promptly screws up everything and its brother. Now you have to work late every night for a month to fix his mistakes and he still makes more money than you do.
Poor Obama - It isn’t Easy Being Green
Green?
No, not the daily debate: Do I abstain from purchasing my fave fab Fiji bottled water or just drink tap? It’s the pressing, toe-
pinching question: How do I hire a person for the most prominent, powerful and prestigious position in the world, when his resumé does not show me that he has the experience to stand tall and deliver? So why do the pundits and so-called smart folks think he’s such a shoe-in? Sure, Senator Obama is brilliant and accomplished; I would have loved him to be my philosophy prof, to be sure— but I don’t want to have a philosophical discussion or even a debate about what we might do to reverse the negative spiral that has been spinning out of control in our country. I WANT SOLUTIONS and I want them now.
confessions of an expat in paris
It isn’t very often that I’m willing to admit to being American. As a confirmed jet-setter, living a gypsy-chic lifestyle along the coasts and cities of Europe, I play chameleon between ethnicities. It’s very disheartening to be trapped in a taxi with an anti-American-ranting driver, or on a tour bus with the guests and guide rallying against the stars & stripes… or criticized by customs because of my navy blue passport. But it’s excruciatingly painful to be brought home to “meet the folks” and begged not to let on my nationality. Thank god I speak 5 languages… 
Yesterday was the first time I risked unveiling myself. Before I left my apartment in the morning, I pinned a bright blue HILLARY button onto the side of my purse, a black epi Louis Vuitton. For a dreary March day in Paris, the colorful button was a welcomed twist - - and the burst of energy much needed… I kept staring at the button while walking down the sidewalk, ordering my café au lait, sitting on the Métro… Would I receive any negative feedback? I was worried.
Upon checkout at the supermarket, the man ringing up my bill was staring. I looked at him quizzically, and he smiled REALLY BIG. Having lived in New York for too many years, I returned a very skeptical expression – why was he being pleasant and friendly?! He pointed at the HILLARY button, gave me two thumbs up and said (in French), “Good luck, she’s great!”
I exchanged an equally big smile, patted the button and responded, “Thank you, WE need her!” Not only had I received very unusually good-hearted support from a working-class stranger in Europe - I was proud as a peacock, at that moment, to be an American in Paris.
Hillary, the WORLD needs you.
The Revenge of Howard Dean and “The Scream”
Any American with a tv who was alive in 2004, has a total recall of the moment that Howard Dean’s campaign imploded. The pitch, the rabid look, the thrust and, dare I say, the sweat. Pardon, as I shudder. 
It’s the stuff that epic political falls are made of. From Allen’s macaca to Dean’s scream, the media and its complicit audience are all too willing to participate in one of America’s favorite pastimes: icon toppling. And you needn’t worry, because if you hadn’t caught it on “live” tv or in person, it will be shoved in your mouth like a seemingly endless helping of brussel sprouts, which by the way are now en vogue.
Now we are right back where we started – with Howard Dean, a screamer and an impending implosion. Is there anyone else out there who gets a sense that Dean just may be enjoying this? Let’s go a step further: Did he have a hand in handicapping the primaries to benefit Obama. Is Hillary Clinton the victim of a vastly dysfunctional far left-wing conspiracy?
It’s all too delicious to entertain. But in looking at the power struggle now ensuing within the democratic party, it’s as if each player has a bone to pick. You’ve got the professed liberal wing accompanied by moderate has-beens hoping to cash in on Obama’s rock-star status. But now, the screams. HAVEN’T THEY LEARNED BY NOW THAT AMERICA HATES SCREAMERS.
I’ve always believed that Barack Obama was the dream candidate, for the GOP. A proper vetting would have revealed “the screamer.” Hillary Clinton is many things, but she sure ain’t a screamer. She is the only democratic candidate who is masterful enough to take on not only the republicans but the delirious democats as well. If the party does manage to annoint Senator Obama, we can look forward this fall to heaping portions of brussel sprouts…I mean screams.
Blog-Cott over Hillary-Bashing Infiltrates Blogosphere
If you support Hillary and you spend time on political blogs, you’ve no doubt had your toes stomped on pretty hard. I’ve abandoned several favorite blogs because I can’t stand being told that I’m facilitating EEEE-VILLLL. Now a movement is afoot in the blogosphere to blog-cott the worst of the offenders. A sharp stiletto in the forehead for Kos, Huffpo and the rest of the blog-bully harborers. Just because I haven’t fallen into approved Twue Wuv with their shiny new candidate doesn’t make me EEEE-VILLL. Minx likes her shoes to be shiny and new; she prefers her boyfriends and her commander-in-chief to have been around the block a time or three.
More on Kos strike from Tom Watson’s blog:
A writer’s strike at DailyKos is the latest symptom of a fast-moving infection in the progressive blogosphere…boorish, Stalinist behavior online - the kind of “you’re either with us or against us” attitude we saw so much of when the Bush crowd was flying high. It’s disturbing, particularly because so many of the targets are women. This is not the Democratic Party many of us have worked for; this is not the progressive blogosphere we’ve supported. Without blaming the worthy candidacy of Senator Obama in any way, this is not a progressive movement - it’s a harsh, echo-filled politburo bathed in faux post-racial hosannas and the gauzy camera lens of “hope.”
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