Hail to the Clothespin Chief

Nobody’s Opinion: President Hillary Rodham Clinton---Hail to the Chief.

Just saying the phrase gives me innumerable shivers. The thought of Hillary Clinton going back into the White House, after having ruled there for eight years previously, is enough to make you want to tell the scientists to forget finding new alternatives to energy, get to work on that time machine.

Many of us will want out of here.

If you want to know just what kind of president Hillary Clinton will make, instead of listening to all her deceiving pandering speeches, I suggest you do just one thing: Go take a quick look at the book, An Invitation to the White House, by Hillary Rodham Clinton. A book that is not only psychologically revealing, but almost scary in its premonitions of days to come.

As you thumb through the pictures of the book (which are many), one thing is made alarmingly clear…Hillary Clinton is in the very center of every picture, and she was at the center of every single major event in Bill Clinton’s Presidency, as if to her, Bill was an afterthought.

We saw a shade recently of Hillary’s tremendous ego in her college letters to John Peavoy (reported by the New York Times) in which she admitted, “I’d play out in the patch of sunlight that broke the density of the elms in front of our house (when she was a child) and pretend there were heavenly movie cameras watching my every move.”

Boy---did she get her wish. Besides Princess Diana, Hillary is the most photographed woman on the planet.

You don’t realized, until looking at this book, the millions of dollars and the thousands of people, paid at our expense just to create the “legacy” of the Clinton White House.

And the parties they gave! It seems there were at least two or more every single day. Tell me---How you can run a country when you’re always going to a breakfast for two thousand, putting on an expensive lunch for an ambassador and his party of forty, and then attending a million dollar-state dinner, every single day?

When do you have time to do anything else?

Hillary was a White House Queen, having the time of her life spending money for parties, while the children of America lacked air-conditioned school rooms.

Hillary, even puts examples of different White House menus in the book. Evidently, Hillary forgot the history lesson of Marie Antoinette.

Example: A first course Hors D’Oeuvres; D’Anjou Pear, Sun Dreid Cranberries, and Stilton Cheese in a Walnut Tart Shell.

To think---she ate this stuff every day…every hour. “Man is born to live,” she told John.

Well, you can’t say Hillary doesn’t know how to live like a Queen.

I thought America was formed to get away from all this royalty crap?

While we Americans were busy working our butts off, Hillary was giving, party, after party, after party, after party, after endless party.

Okay…The White House has many grand traditions, but these people took it over the top.

Who knows how much these parties cost? For instance, at the 50th celebration of NATO at the White House, they hosted 44 countries, with 44 press corps, 44 official delegations, some with up to 300 people…

Whoa…military spending is one thing...endless parties to promote your future self? Well...you dicide.

Another scary thing from the book was the fact that Hillary just loves a crescent table.

She says about it, “It was in the shape of a crescent. It seated every leader and spouse. Everyone could see each other. Everyone was united. Everyone was equal.”

I say--- beware a lady who uses dinner settings to control an agenda.

In 2000, this nobody went to Washington D.C. to visit the White House.

The White House is supposed to be free…good luck trying to get a ticket.

When I finally got to Washington, I had been rebuked at the visitor’s center.

The only way in, they said was by the “Tour.” Take one of the fifty or so white vans parked right outside the White House gates---a tour which included the Vietnam Wall, White House, and Bill and Hillary’s memorial to FDR, oh…it cost $35.00.

Forget the Lincoln Bedroom---“free” White House Tours is where the Clintons made their real bread and butter.

But I must admit, I wasn’t ready for the Clothes-pin.

There I was, heart beating with excitment...finally after having waited over two hours to get inside...

And the very first thing I saw when upon entering Hillary’s White House was not an Eagle, the symbol of our great nation but…a statue of a clothespin.

What does that mean? Women have hung up clothes for too many years? What can of feminne nonsense is that?

President Bush now is hinting that the the Commander in Clothespsin is coming back.

I suggest we all wash out.