While most Americans were focused
last week on the Laci Peterson murder case and the Martha
Stewart stock scandal, the sycophants in the national media
decided to treat us all to the tidbits of calculated
self-promotion to be found in Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton's
new book, "Living History".
Hillary's first book, "It Takes a
Village", was a digest of "I-care-about-the-children" socialist
political philosophy published during her husband's presidency.
It was designed to polish her tarnished image following the 1993
health care fiasco, a power grab of such epic proportions that
it was soundly repudiated by the American people in the historic
1994 Republican congressional landslide.
This book is being touted as "a
memoir", and is designed to gently get us all past the scandals
of Bill Clinton's presidency and clear the way for the couple to
return to the White House in 2009.
By any measure, the book should be
called "Living Fantasy".
In fact, most pundits outside the
national broadcast networks and the now-discredited spin factory
at The New York Times, scoff at the notion that this is a
"tell-all" book of personal pain written by the former First
Lady. It is not, of course. Rather, it is a cynical
attempt to reinvent the smartest woman in the world into the
warmest, most forgiving woman in the world.
Speculation ran wild concerning
what the book might reveal about the Clintons' marriage and the
strange political partnership that has dominated our national
psyche for far too long now. What would Barbara Walters
ask Hillary in her prime time interview on Sunday night?
America was told to be on pins and needles. We were all
Of course, the nauseatingly sweet
interview consisted of nerf balls tossed at Senator
Clinton in what became a shameless attempt to soften her image
to a skeptical public.
Gerald Ford once described
Watergate as "our long national nightmare". The Clintons
have become a self-imposed nightmare that simply won't go away.
Bill Clinton himself has been
mentioned for so many possible post-presidential careers –
television talk show host, Secretary General of the U.N.,
Supreme Court Justice appointed by the next Democrat president –
that it must make his overgrown, narcissistic head spin with
delight. His latest trial balloon involves a possible run
at the New York governor's mansion in 2006.
The Clintons have so totally
dominated the news this past week that even their old friend
Susan Estrich called it "sucking all the oxygen" out of Democrat
politics. As Hillary was on ABC deriding the vast right
wing cabal she still sees as having been out to get her husband
during his presidency, Bill was doing his point-counterpoint gig
against old Bob Dole over on CBS's "60 Minutes".
Dick Morris, the amoral but
brilliant strategist largely responsible for keeping the
reckless former president alive politically for so many years,
probably knows the Clintons better than anyone alive today.
His assessment is that the power couple's game plan has never
changed: eight years for Bill, eight years for Hillary.
That's all the Constitution
allows, unless, of course, they can get that pesky 22nd
Amendment repealed – a trial balloon floated in the media last
month by none other than Bubba himself, and promoted again on
tonight's "60 Minutes" debate. You really have to hand it
to these people: they are not lacking in gall.
In his immediate analysis of the
ABC interview, Morris, now a Fox News commentator, said he
thought that Hillary had destroyed her credibility. After
all, his logic goes, would anyone elect a woman who, in spite of
everything the entire country knew about Bill's libido problems,
says she still believed him?
The answer, I am afraid, is "Yes!"
Barbara Walters made Hillary Clinton look humane to millions of
American women. She came across not as the shrill,
domineering woman who tried to hijack health care, but rather as
the forgiving wife who can be trusted to care for an America in
crisis the way she cares for her family in crisis.
That was exactly what the Clintons
were looking for from this whole sham. That and eight