The gift that just keeps on giving

I’m not a Republican, but if I were, until the 2018 election I would keep passing out excerpts of Hillary Clinton’s What Happened, possibly renaming it What (Could Have) Happened.

Or, I suppose, what could still happen, based on this Facebook meme:

The latest example of Hillary’s state of internal depravity comes from the Daily Wire:

Hillary Clinton says she won’t be granting “absolution” to any person who now regrets staying home on Election Day.

According to a passage in Clinton’s new book, What Happened, she’s definitely adopted the Madeline Albright theory of women voters: the ones who didn’t cast their ballot for Hillary Clinton are doomed to a “special place in Hell” and their High Priestess will not step in to save them from it.

“Since November, more than two dozen women — of all ages, but mostly in their twenties — had approached me in restaurants, theaters, and stores to apologize for not voting or not doing more to help my campaign,” Clinton writes. “I responded with forced smiles and tight nods.”

These women probably didn’t do nothing, they just felt their sacrament of confession might be good for their soul and hers. They tried, they failed. They sought reconciliation. They were denied.

Things got worse when the confessions were forced, rather than voluntary. In one case, Clinton speaks of a woman who dragged her daughter over to Clinton and made her apologize for failing to vote on November 9th (which is weird to begin with, but whatever). With her “head bowed in contrition,” the girl admitted her sins, but while Clinton was outwardly forgiving, inwardly she was seething with rage.

“I wanted to stare right in her eyes and say, ‘You didn’t vote? How could you not vote?! You abdicated your responsibility as a citizen at the worst possible time! And now you want me to make you feel better?’”Clinton wrote. “Of course I didn’t say any of that.”

“These people were looking for absolution that I just couldn’t give.”

After all, it’s completely their fault, right? If only a few hundred women had turned out to the polls, Hillary would have achieved the victory that was rightfully hers!

The math, of course, doesn’t work out. Hillary’s core demographic, older white women, voted in smaller numbers for the “First Female President” than they did for Barack Obama. And Clinton’s fatal mistake was counting on free votes, even though voters clearly expected her to earn their allegiance. She simply took her people for granted. It’s not their fault they didn’t work harder; it’s her fault she didn’t work harder. She should be seeking absolution from them.

How much ego does this require? At this point one wonders if Hillary has a diagnosable personality disorder.

That’s assuming she wrote that, and based on one of the comments, did she?

I can’t believe she used that word. If you’ve never been Catholic…you have no idea how ridiculous, absurd, offensive the idea is that Hillary Clinton might offer the moral equivalent of the “Last Rites” to women who dared not vote for her corrupt, lying, truly wicked self.

More comes from the American Spectator:

She writes about her defeat with the emotional intensity of a parent who lost a child — a chilling and neurotic proof of her clawing, bottomless and now forever thwarted political ambition.

She is a failed Lady Macbeth, but a Lady Macbeth who wants us to feel sorry for her, what with her chardonnay-chugging and alternate nostril breathing after the election. She writes: “If you’ve never done alternate nostril breathing, it’s worth a try.… It may sound silly, but it works for me. It wasn’t all yoga and breathing: I also drank my share of chardonnay.”

But in the course of acknowledging her post-election emotional tailspin, she gets in a curious dig at her husband and friends. She wants us to know that she is not as screwed up as they are. “I remember when Bill lost his reelection as Governor of Arkansas. He was so distraught at the outcome that I had to go to the hotel where the election night party was held to speak to his supporters on his behalf,” she writes. “For a good while afterward, he was so depressed that he practically couldn’t get off the ground. That’s not me. I keep going.”

About her friends, she writes that they “advised me on the power of Xanax and raved about their amazing therapists.… But that wasn’t for me. Never has been.”

See, she is still the strong one! It is true that Bill did moon about after his defeat in 1980. He would hang out in grocery stores, following people to their cars as he explained why they should give him another shot. But it is not clear why Hillary thinks that is more pathetic than her frantic closet-cleaning, taking to her bed on election night (while her crying supporters sat stupidly at the Javits Center waiting for her to appear), or any of the other attempts at “self-care” that she reports in the book.

Hillary, when not insisting upon her own claimed superiority, sounds less like Lady Macbeth than Madame Bovary. Hillary, Bovary-like, cops to a frenzied attempt to find pleasure and meaning in the void of her denied dream, in everything from movies, plays, and evening soaps to sentimental books to even religion. “I prayed a lot,” she writes. “I can almost see the cynics rolling their eyes.”

They should, especially after she likens her defeat to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. She ludicrously quotes a Methodist minister who told her, “You are experiencing a Friday. But Sunday is coming!”

The book is full of inadvertent humor. She pats herself on the back for the generosity that she showed the “4,400 members of my campaign staff” in the midst of her grief, such as when she re-gifted 1,200 red roses to them that a woman’s advocacy group had delivered to her Chappaqua mansion. It sounded less like a gift than more closet-cleaning.

But Hillary’s grimly comic lack of self-awareness is most on display when she tries to explain why the peasants rejected her. She essentially recycles Obama’s claim that Americans are still clinging to their God and guns. She recounts Bill telling her an ominous story about an Arkansan store owner who was going to vote for Tom Cotton because the “Democrats want to take away my gun and make me go to a gay wedding.” Boy, how did he ever get that idea? Hillary, who ditched Arkansas for New York, pretends not to understand: “the politics of cultural identity and resentment were overwhelming evidence, reason, and personal experience.”

Hillary hasn’t even matured beyond her days as a brat at Wellesley who looked down upon Nixon-supporting hard hats. It was this infantile, egocentric liberalism that led her into the “deplorables” gaffe which she still can’t quite bring herself to regret. She continues to call Republican voters racists and libels Reagan (“It was no accident that Ronald Reagan launched his general election campaign near Philadelphia, Mississippi, where three civil rights workers had been murdered in 1964”).

The book rests on the absurd conceit that Americans chose a demagogue over a brave “policy wonk” unwilling to stoke the “rage” of the American people. This from a candidate who hired 4,400 people to push every special interest button imaginable. The book contains no evidence of any mental superiority. Hillary, like other pretentious baby boomers, thinks quoting books she hasn’t read and putting the platitudes of Maya Angelou and other “big names” (at the beginning of chapters) makes her deep. It only confirms her essential emptiness.

It is obvious from the windy acknowledgments that she relied upon a raft of ghostwriters to cobble the book together. The words are theirs; the whining is hers. One of the more extraordinary whines revolves around the media. She never once admits the enormous advantage she enjoyed as a result of an endless anti-Trump feeding frenzy. Instead, she bleats about those few moments when the media treated her with skepticism. Similarly, she rants and raves about Russia and Comey while ignoring that the only government we know with certainty that tried to tip the election was hers (there is no mention of the Obama administration’s political espionage against Trump).

In the closing stretch of the book, Hillary wallows in her self-pity, even lashing out at the founding fathers for the “archaic fluke” of the electoral college. She says that she “takes responsibility” for her defeat, then absolves herself of any in a fit of finger-pointing. In the end, she consoles herself with explanations she considers beyond her control. There is a lot of muttering about a nebulous “gender” anxiety. She even fantasizes about chewing out young women who didn’t vote for her.

Speaking of books Hillary has never read, Paul Bois adds:

George Orwell’s 1984 served as a cautionary tale for what happens when authority goes horribly wrong and when government intrudes into every aspect of its citizens life, including their own thoughts. It was a prophecy of what was (and is) to come if people did not fight back against the militant leftism – then the Soviet Union – that had ruled Eastern Europe with an iron fist.

However, the woman who should never be President (and thankfully never will be) believes that Orwell’s warning was about why people should trust authority: people like herself, the mainstream media, sycophantic journalists, Hollywood, etc.

In Hillary Clinton’s latest memoir What Happened, where she blames everyone but herself for her abysmal loss to President Trump this past election, the former First Lady explains how Trump is really the Big Brother of 1984 and that elitists like herself are the heroic Winston Smiths out to uncover the truth.

“Attempting to define reality is a core feature of authoritarianism,” she writes in her book. “This is what the Soviets did when they erased political dissidents from historical photos. This is what happens in George Orwell’s classic novel Nineteen Eighty-Four, when a torturer holds up four fingers and delivers electric shocks until his prisoner sees five fingers as ordered.”

“The goal is to make you question logic and reason and to sow mistrust,” she continued. “For Trump, as with so much he does, it’s about simple dominance.”

Hillary then explains how Trump’s “war on Truth” will manifest in year’s to come. “If he stood up tomorrow and declared that the Earth is flat, his counselor Kellyanne Conway might just go on Fox News and defend it as an ‘alternative fact,’ and too many people would believe it,” she cautioned.

Just another reason, in a very long list of reasons, why Hillary should never be President. She claims that Trump has made us question “logic and reason” when her entire book cannot bring itself to point the finger at the most logical reason for her loss in 2016: herself.

As I write about most losers of elections: She lost. She deserved to lose.

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