Amid the chaos and confusion surrounding the Obamacare debacle, the national press turned its all-powerful gaze to the Oracle of the Ozarks, former Big Chief Wild Bill Clinton, to shed light on the subject.
“The President must not break his promise to the people,” Bubba opined. “He must make whole that which he has rent asunder.”
It sent shockwaves through the political pigsty. After all the oinking and snorting a consensus was reached: Bill Clinton has finally severed his family name from the floundering White House. The blond queen-in-waiting has set the dragon loose upon the pretenders to the throne.
Willy Jeff’s term was the closest thing we have to a Successful Presidency in this generation. He could deftly parry any thrust Newt and his Turks could muster, even after his nationally televised disgrace. Millions of otherwise committed feminists admire him, even though had it been their husband, they would have neutered him and emptied his coffers faster than you can say Gloria Allred.
Hillary swallowed her pride and walked to the helicopter. Even the heartbreak of infidelity could not end the partnership of the ultimate political lovers. Together they would go where no political family since the Roosevelts had gone; four terms in the White House.
But upstart Senator Barack Obama screwed up the schedule. Democrats saw the opportunity to fulfill the Promise of Lincoln and elect the first Black American President, a man who offered hope and change to a weary, divided nation. As recently reported, Clinton admitted that Obama was “luckier than a dog with two dicks.”
It hasn’t turned out that way lately, and Obama understood that he had to bite the bullet or risk losing his own party to the usurpers. His improvised “fix” was to pass the buck back to the insurance cartel, who now must bear the brunt of public scorn. Will it work? The jury’s still out, but it’s doubtful that the image of Obama’s promises will disappear from the TV screens from now until election day.
Charlie Krauthammer, currently making the new book circuit, announced that we are witnessing the Death of Liberalism, but that is mostly wishful thinking. We heard the same thing about the Republicans in 2008, but they are still kicking, fitfully. Other conservative scribes compared it to George the Second’s “Katrina” moment, when the Bush name was so tainted that it would hang around the family’s neck like a dead chicken till the end of days.
Yet even now, we hear distant rumblings of a Jeb Bush candidacy in 2016, and when you look at the competition you have to think he has a good chance to carry the elephant banner one more time. The Clintons know, and it could be that we’ll see the last titanic struggle between the two most influential names in modern American history.
Hillary’s chances will depend on how this healthcare issue is resolved. The liberal press is in high spin mode, trying to explain to an angry electorate that they’ll be better off, someday. High Priestess St. Joan Walsh dismissed the Obamacare/Katrina comparison by noting that with Obamacare, nobody died.
She probably should have ended the sentence with the word “yet”.