Clintons are becoming a laughing-stock even to the LEFT! Even the HEADLINE is comedy gold!
It opens with these words as the Headline and subhead:
PLEASE, GOD, STOP CHELSEA CLINTON FROM WHATEVER SHE IS DOING
The last thing the left needs is the third iteration of a failed political dynasty.
And it keeps getting better from there.
Normally, Vanity Fair would be considered friendly to Democrats and their values.
But it keeps getting better as you keep reading.
After gradually working up to a savage beating, the author (T.A. Frank) really begins to hit his stride.
Friendly warning — put down your coffee before reading this. Just in case.
Chelsea, people were quietly starting to observe, had a tendency to talk a lot, and at length, not least about Chelsea. But you couldn’t interrupt, not even if you’re on TV at NBC, where she was earning $600,000 a year at the time. “When you are with Chelsea, you really need to allow her to finish,” Jay Kernis, one of Clinton’s segment producers at NBC, told Vogue. “She’s not used to being interrupted that way.”
Sounds perfect for a dating profile: I speak at length, and you really need to let me finish. I’m not used to interruptions.
What comes across with Chelsea, for lack of a gentler word, is self-regard of an unusual intensity. And the effect is stronger on paper. Unkind as it is to say, reading anything by Chelsea Clinton—tweets, interviews, books—is best compared to taking in spoonfuls of plain oatmeal that, periodically, conceal a toenail clipping.
He’s not done yet.
At first glance, of course, Chelsea seems to be boasting that at age five she was interpreting the news with the maturity of an adult. But we should consider whether it’s instead a confession that as an adult she still interprets the news with the maturity of—well, let’s just submit that perhaps she thinks what other people tell her to think. Which brings us to Chelsea’s Twitter feed.
And there’s even an insult which will probably go right over her head:
The crude conventional wisdom is that Bill Clinton craved adoration and Hillary Clinton craved power. But Chelsea Clinton seems to have a more crippling want: fashionability—of the sort embraced by philanthropic high society. So you tell The New York Times that your dream dinner party would include James Baldwin, Shakespeare, Franz Kafka, Albert Camus, Jane Jacobs, and Jane Austen, and discussion would be about how “people and communities can evolve to be more inclusive, more kind, have a greater and broader sense of solidarity, while still respecting individual liberties; what provokes or blocks those changes; and what stories might resonate today to encourage us toward kindness, respect, and mutual dignity.” You almost have to bow down before someone who could host Shakespeare for dinner and make the agenda wind up sounding like a brochure for the Altria Group. At least Kafka would be on hand to capture the joy of the evening.
Kafka… the joy of the evening.
That was just SAVAGE!
And all of those quotes? They were from an article in VANITY FAIR!
He’s not writing this as a Republican hating on the Clintons.
No, it’s even better than that.
As someone cheering for the Democrats to somehow weather the storm, rebuild and recover, he is shouting warnings into the wind that they should take a lesson from what toying with a Bush Dynasty did to the Republican establishment.
He’s Screaming “Please God No” into the wind because he wants to see the Democrats do WELL.
Will they listen? We’ll know soon enough.