Thursday, February 08, 2007

A PRAIRIE HOME ELITIST

Garrison Keillor thinks Hillary is Peachy.

[Her] poise and intelligence stand out in the field of candidates. She's had so much experience in the limelight that she's no longer enchanted by it. All of the articles about Whether America Is Ready to Elect a Woman have been written, and now we can move on and look at real issues. We need to figure out how to accommodate the millions of good folks who are here illegally and have become a part of our social fabric. Medicare should be extended to cover everybody. Our infrastructure and industrial base need rebuilding.

One of Hillary Clinton's visible assets is the army of enemies she has accumulated, the carpet-chewers of AM radio and the right-wing trolls who go berserk in their webby caverns whenever Madam comes trotting over the bridge. One could not hope for better enemies. It is like playing softball against drunks. They illustrate everything about Republican dominion that the country has come to loathe, the blithering arrogance, the cynicism and corruption, and this wretched war that drags on and on.


Ahem. "This wretched war that drags on and on" is something Hillary fully endorses and will perpetuate if elected, Garrison.

Garrison Keillor sits thus with his feet up on his solid gold cracker barrel dropping such pearls of wisdom to the well-heeled center-left NPR tote bag crowd. He blithely charges his audience to get into each Friday Prairie Home Companion rehearsal as well as the real Saturday night Unitarian weepfest. Every week GK does a smarmy monologue (about $15 worth of the total ticket price) about people he'd cross the street to avoid in New York. And now he's touting HRC. Eccch. Aside from the fact that he should have shut up shop 15 years ago, he's really not helping us here.

I know the drill. ANY "Democrat" is preferable to ANY "Republican." (Yellow Dog Democrat Theory 101.) That's why I voted for Johnny Weaselneck back in 2004, God forgive me. But I really don't want to vote for this Hillary person. McCain has already said that people who hold my views about 9/11 are Traitors, and I'm sure Madame Clinton would say the same thing for a neat photo op. She smiled at the war whoops and chuckled at the Patriot Act. She ain't one of us, however broadly you choose to group the subset "us."

Hillary rolls the dice in the Big Casino with all the other elites. She's on the juggernaut train to the White House, assuming they stage the fight with professional glory hole McCain as her "adversary." Just because she can open a Budweiser with her teeth with the boys doesn't mean she's going to treat them right when the chips are down. People will do such things to get votes. Even Kerrystein bagged the Merlot and choked down Old Swillwaukee to look like Reg'lar Folks.

Anyone who can listen to Garrison Keillor at all these days must have a cast-iron stomach. His faux populism makes me want to sigh in techicolor. Perhaps he should have his chauffeur drive him and Hillary from redneck bar to redneck bar, where they can inspire the Red Staters with their authenticity.

I know it sure as hell inspires me. Barf.

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