Obama on the rise and rise and rise

Hillary already has been begging the country just to remember that the important thing for November is to vote Democratic. There must be change of Government. She is a wise woman and, I fear, she can see the writing on the wall.
It is not looking too good for her. She will have to pull a rabbit out of the hat - as the media keeps gnawing at her image, carrying on about botox, making ugly kerfuffles over Chelsea, sniping about Bill... making up whatever it can get away with.
It's rough.

Of course, many of the Obama simpletons who are bouncing around, high as kites on the novelty of a political experience, think that "change" is something Obama has invented.

They think that "change" is a policy!

I am very sad watching the latest Caucus figures emerging, still boggling at how utterly stupid the very essence of caucuses are. Only 2 per cent of the registered Republicans turned up at their Washington caucuses? The weather was bad? They did not bother with their political responsibility. I just hope those Republicans stay indoors again in November when the big election is on. Their political apathy will be useful then.

Meanwhile, Obama is going from strength to strength in these evolving primaries - and I see Teddy Kennedy rubbing his hands together because he will have control. I see Oprah priming up to dub herself a president-maker responsible, with her new best buddy Michelle Obama, for a bright new black agenda.
I see a lot of people around Obama, pulling strings - but I do not see a man with great depth of potential in his own right.

I never did - not from that first encounter in NH, when I went to the Seniors Centre to get up close and personal with him, to listen to him and see what he was all about. That was when my hopes melted away in a puddle of Obama rhetoric. He is a sophist. He is a sophist. There was no "there" there.
I left feeling a bit empty and disappointed.

It made the deciding factor for this old political animal. I had been to see and hear Hillary and I needed to know how Obama matched up. And there was a man with no real policy. Just fluent sophistry. That was the point at which I phoned the Hillary Campaign and offered my services.

So, of course, I think my choice is the right choice.
I think Hillary Clinton is absolutely exceptional - a very able woman with an informed grasp on almost every aspect of most ever domestic and international political issue. That is pretty rare and I'd challenge any other candidate to match her erudition.

Sadly, the common voter neither knows nor cares. Many have some media-induced idea of a Clinton agenda. They have believed what the media has told them - that she is cold and ambitious, which are taken to be evils in a woman, albeit strengths in a man.
The media wins.

The media has marketed Obama as a favoured Dem. It suits the precious youth demographic which is all the media wants to know about. His is quite a marketable commodity, of course.

Obama is really very nice in myriad ways. He is superbly fluent, like an elegant preacher. His books are fantastic. I rather fell in love with him when I read him.
He is tall and handsome.

But the very "change" business that the media has marketed and the young have embraced with such enthusiasm, is still turning me off.

Give us a break!
Elections are all about change. They are for change

What actual change is Obama promising? Just change.
His policies are more philosophic than political nitty gritty. He promises hope. Nice things. He promises to bring the cost of living down with tax breaks and to raise the minimum wage. He does not want anyone to be poor. He wants college to be affordable..so long as students work for the peace corps in return. This is their pleasant payback for tuition. Of course this is very appealing to the young.
Obama is very appealing.
The young are rapt.

Now, in the grand scheme of potential presidents, he is a pretty classy possibility. There is no doubt about that.
The Democratic candidates made a lineup of exceptional individuals. Bill Richardson, Joe Biden, John Edwards...and, of course, the brilliant Hillary Clinton.
Each one had fine potential as a president. America can be proud that it can, in fact, line up such an array of pure class.

Hillary facelift? I don't think so.

Over there in California they have decided that Hillary Clinton has had "work". She has been looking so good on television that she simply must have had cosmetic surgery, they say.
They should know better, those sculpted narcissists of the west coast.
Instead of face lifts, they should go get glasses.
They are so wrong it is just plain silly.
And it is quite clear they have not been reading this blog - which has observed the heavy make up Senator Clinton has been wearing. She had the full pancake on for the Democratic Debate on Sunday night. She looked younger than springtime. But it was all the artistry of television makeup.
Hillary is aging along with the rest of us.
She has not wasted working time on turning herself into a fake spring chicken.
Let's face it, a shot of Botox had the media savaging John Kerry in the last primary. Old craggy-face smoothed the worry lines and caused an image crisis really worth worrying about.
Doubtless this was not lost on Hillary Clinton.
She turns 60 on October 26 - and she looks just that.
As the gurus of looking young were telling Oprah the other day, there is really one and only one secret which our grandmothers could not apply in looking younger than their years and it is the good hair colourings of today. Hillary's hair is well coloured.
This photo was taken just over a week ago. It does not show the face of a woman who has been nipped and tucked by the cosmetic surgeon. It shows a woman comfortably living in her own skin. Click on it to get a really close look!
So shut up California. You are out of line.

But -
While the surgical knives have not been on Hillary, the media knives are all out for her and being well and truly sharpened by the abrasion of books that are hitting the shelves.
No one has a good word to say for the former First Lady.
In many people, men especially, ambition is seen as a strength. In Hillary, it is treated as the ultimate evil. This would seem to be the heaviest piece of baggage she carries, and almost no one to whom I have spoken about Hillary's presidential chances fails to snipe about this dreadful trait.
There are six months of campaign ahead before the New Hampshire primary and this means six months of increasingly voluminous white-anting of Hillary.

At the moment she is just riding above it. I have not heard her defend herself - but only move doggedly forward with policy and politic. The time has to come when she confronts it all - and stands up not only for America but for herself.


Note: "White-anting" is an Australian term which means to eat away and undermine. "White ant" is an Australian name for termites.

Hillary eyes her voters

Hillary's convoy of big black SUVs purred up so quietly that the awaiting crowd was taken by surprise, despite having been waiting for 20 minutes or so. Even more surprising was the presidential candidate's swift disappearance into a shop. The media thundered down to the shop door and waited respectfully, cameras at the ready.

The Senator was quite a long time in said shop - one of those aromatic furnishings and bric-a-brac places. But, as it turned out, and much to the frustration of her organisers, if Hillary is going to mingle with the people and do a "town walk", she is not going to be hurried.

When, finally, she emerged, it was to be obscured by a throttle of television cameras and microphones. She made her way slowly up the footpath where locals were grabbing a spontaneous chance to thrust out hands and express their support. The campaign volunteers outside Martha's Exchange Restaurant were apoplectic, urging people to make a clear passage for the Senator, to keep out of the way of the little lineup of arranged greeters, to go into the restaurant and get off the street.
I was perfectly placed, just where they didn't want me to be. And I watched the slowly approaching scrum, seeing Hillary thoughtfully turning from one side to another, to acknowledge one person after another - a smile here, a few words there, a handshake...

Every individual was given eye contact from those vivid blue eyes - and a connection which told them that she was absolutely delighted to see them.

I watched in growing awe. This was a consummate politician. The people came first. If someone had something to say, she listened with interest. Her face was a mobility of expressions, from friendly beams to suprise and amusement and even the fleeting shadows of one sharing a problem. She was moving steadily in the required direction, a very solid African American security man always at her elbow, but she was serenely unrushed, those amazing blue eyes sparkling friendship towards each and every potential vote. Oh, those eyes are good weapons for a politician. It was impossible not to like her.

She was, however, wearing a lot of makeup. I wondered how much exhaustion this must be covering. Her campaign schedule has been gruelling and she came to us in Nashua after giving a major economic policy speech at Manchester's School of Tecnology.
There, she had spoken of the “rising inequality and rising pessimism in our workforce.”
"While productivity and corporate profits are up, the fruits of that success just haven’t reached many of our families,” she is reported to have said, likening it to "trickle down econonics without the trickle."
The plan, it seems, is to "hit the restart button on the 21st Century and redo it the right way".


I did not stay on after Hillary had entered Martha's Exchange. There were hundreds of people in there all waiting to shake her hand - and I had no need to shake her hand. I have had that pleasure. And, looking at the mainstream media pack queued at the door and the further folk waiting in hope, I could only think of how hungry Debora was, and doubtless Hillary, too.
She was not making a speech. She was, after all, just going for lunch.
I drifted off into the glorious Nashua spring day, hoping that Hillary would, at least, after all that handshaking, have a chance to wash those hands before she got to break bread.