When I first heard about Hillary Clinton running for president, I wasn't excited because I didn't know her. I thought she was Hillary Clinton, the triangulator who would do anything to win. Who would vote for or against a war based on whether or not it would get her elected. But by the Fall, I thought she wasn't Hillary Clinton. She was John Kerry. Or Joe Biden. Compromised maybe, but ultimately a person with society's best interest at heart. And that's enough. I was for her. But then that didn't work out so well, and in January she turned into Lurleen Wallace. It was two for one all over again. That was just fucked up. And then in February or March she morphed into John McCain, or, well, not George Bush, exactly, but maybe a slight whiff of Dick Cheney: I'll answer the phone at 3 AM, motherfucker, and put the planes with the missiles and the hot hoary death in your ass. And I definitely wasn't down with that. And I guess neither was she, because before I knew it, she was Cesar Chavez. Or, more accurately, Michael Moore. Sucking down shots with the working stiffs of the rust belt. And now she's Mike Huckabee. Pitiable. Ultimately, of course, the problem is that she was always Hillary Clinton, and never herself.
I think Barack Obama does well because he comes across as Barack Obama.
