Posted by
Fred of the Great Mojave on Wednesday, May 07, 2008 6:20:37 PM
Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier used to have some terrific fights. Half the people didn’t like Ali because they thought he was a smart aleck, draft dodger, and half the people thought Frazier was a low-class, Uncle Tom. However, by the end of a fifteen round battle where both fighters were throwing haymakers on pure heart alone, there was admiration aplenty for both men.
Well, Hillary has just answered the bell for the final round. With the crowd hurling insults and both eyes swollen from the beating, she has popped off her stool, pointed over to Obama and proclaimed, “Now I’m really going to kick your tail.” I have to admit, I’m starting to admire the old girl!
This is really difficult for me. I have hated Hillary for so long, I can’t remember when it started…somewhere back in the old “Travelgate” or “Hillarycare” days I guess. Hating Hillary was one of those “givens” in life. I woke up every morning knowing that the sun would rise in the East and I would hate Hillary. It was soothing.
Up until a couple of weeks ago, everything was normal. Hillary was cawing out her speeches in “that voice”, making up war stories (ala John Kerry), and breaking out a few tears whenever it was convenient.
Then it happened. She was sitting in a working class bar in Western Pennsylvania and decided to have a shot and a beer with “the boys”. The next thing you knew, she was throwing down a shot of Old Guckenheimer and chasing it with an Iron City draft! And she looked like she was enjoying it! The morning after, she showed up for work with a new jaunty hairstyle and a “lets play some tackle football” attitude. Last week she was out on the campaign trail, selling her snake oil from the back of a pickup truck and slugging it out with Bill O’Reilly (the devil himself) on television.
I don’t know what to make of all this. I just looked out West this morning and the sun was coming up!