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Hillary is my name, danger is my game

TOM BURGUM
Staff Columnist
burgum@lbknews.com

If she had bounced onto the stage in her first campaign roll out and proclaimed, “Hillary is my name, danger is my game,” it is likely she wouldn’t have needed a second campaign rollout and we would have been spared her awful kick-off speech. Not awful, you say? As liberal comic-commentator John Stewart intoned while playing portions for his audience, “Stop it, you’re killing us here.”

Then, paraphrasing John Nolte of Breibart News, who had catalogued Hillary’s many struggles with the truth, she could have summed up her government experience with, “There I was, dead broke, dodging sniper fire with my immigrant grand parents in Tuzla.” The crowd would have gone wild.

All of the above, in case you’re wondering, is in reference to Ms. Clinton’s more prominent misadventures with truth telling. Hillary Clinton’s baptism of fire was described by her in a campaign speech in 2008. “I remember landing [in Tuzla, Bosnia] under sniper fire. There was supposed to be some kind of greeting ceremony at the airport but instead we just ran with our heads down . . .  “It played as a great bit of Clinton daring do until the Obama campaign team discovered a CBS video showing Hillary being greeted by dignitaries, a little girl reading a poem and nobody ducking sniper fire. And, in a bit of bad timing, the Bosnia war had ended three months before her arrival in Tuzla.

Recently Brian Williams, the former NBC News anchor who has the same memory disorder as Hillary, found out he is being sent to MSNBC for an assignment that ranks with pouring coffee for Mika on Morning Joe. Seems a bit harsh. Hillary did the same thing and she’s going to be the Democratic nominee for president.

There is more. Recently, in an ill-advised attempt to identify with the middle class, she allowed as how she and the Big Dog were dead broke when they left the White House in 2001. The public reaction was something along the line of “cue the laughter.” About three months after leaving the White House, the dead broke Clintons plunked down enough cash for a seven-figure house in Chappaqua, New York. If you’re middle class in Chappaqua more than likely you’re cutting someone else’s grass.

Another Hillary adventure into resume building occurred in 2001 after she announced she was running for the senate. She was a bit of a carpet bagger so in an effort to endear herself to the locals, she claimed she had always been a Yankee fan. She even wore a Yankee’s cap to emphasize her life-long dedication to the Bronx Bombers. It was a remarkable exercise in the domain of the ridiculous, even worse, the cap made it embarrassing. But, the question is, what was the point? Everyone in New York who cared knew it was nothing more than pandering to perceived local sports prejudice.

In the “what-is-the-point” category of tall tales, none surpasses the Sir Edmund Hillary tale. When she met Sir Edmund Hillary, the conqueror of Mt. Everest, during a visit to New Zeeland, for some reason she told him he was the guy her parents had named her after. What in the world was she thinking? She was born in 1947 and Sir Edmund climbed Everest in 1953. Prior to the climb, Sir Edmund was an obscure bee keeper in New Zeeland, someone who was not likely to be known, let alone admired, by a young couple in Chicago. Again, what was the point? How could this fiction possibly enhance her political resume?

Some of Mrs. Clinton’s misadventures with the truth are more in the realm of the funny than the pernicious but there is something unsettling about a candidate who needs to tell so many unnecessary fictions.

There is, however, one fiction advanced by Mrs. Clinton that can only be described as a sacrilege. When the bodies of Ambassador J. Chris Stevens, Tyrone Woods, Sean Smith and Glen Doherty were received at Andrews Air Force Base, President Obama and then Secretary of State Clinton gave the eulogizes. As I wrote in an earlier column, it was all Chris this, and Chris that, and Chris was my best friend, and what will we ever do without Chris, and Chris was the best of us.

It was all a scam. One of the Clinton emails recently released by the State Department, according to Mark Steyn, shows a communiqué on September 11, 2014 from Ms. Clinton’s email address to her staff, the subject is “Chris Smith” whose death had been confirmed earlier that night. Hillary was, of course, referring to her “old friend” Chris Stevens. Some old friend, she didn’t even know his name.

The deception didn’t end there. Each of our esteemed leaders assured the grieving family members the producer of the Islamic criticizing video that had allegedly sparked all this would certainly be punished. This was said at a time when both the president and Hillary knew the video had nothing to do with the attack so it amounts to lying to the family members while they were huddled over the coffins of their dead.

Every candidate is prone to emphasize the positive while eliminating the negative. I’ll even give Hillary a pass if she should ever proclaim, “danger” is my game.  After all, Tuzla is more dangerous than some American cities and people in that area had been recently shooting at each other. But, for the sake of the Republic and the body politic, no more Benghazi performances, I beg you.

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