A Day At The Races

Here is my horoscope from today’s New York Post (oh, it’s gotta be true!): “Don’t be forced into making changes just because people are trying to browbeat you into them.”

Thanks, I needed that. Here I was, just about to give up on Hillary Clinton and go over to Obama. Despite the fact that he has insistently called her a liar and brought up the Clinton “impeachment” and Whitewater just like a Republican.

The Post saved me from behaving like an imbecile.

Nevertheless, I don’t think that’s what they had in mind. They want her out of the picture. The Republicans are hot to see this thing end, so they can start to go to work on Obama themselves. It’s maddening for them, all locked and loaded and having to hold their fire for fear of showing their hand too early. On primary night, one boring commentator asked a loudmouth, bleach-blonde Republican political operative what treatment they were planning for Obama if he captured the nomination, and she changed the subject.

The Post is so desperate to bring pressure to bear on Hillary Clinton to drop out of the race, that they even invoked George McGovern, of all people, and we all know the high esteem in which they hold him, who recommended that she throw in the towel.

Meantime, what ever happened to Reverend Wright, Obama’s “pastor”? Well, I’ll tell you what happened to him! He got two suitcases full of money – one from the Obama campaign and the other one from the Republican Party – to shut the puck up and take a powder.That’s how things work in Chicago (I was born in Obama’s home district, Hyde Park).

Hillary Clinton used to be Rambo, then she was Rocky and now she’s Indiana Jones. She’s the only firewall standing between the world’s population and a tedious, hysterical six-month slander campaign focused on Obama, but designed to make the rest of us suffer along with him until we just elect McCain to make them shut up. McGovern knows something about ceaseless Republican hectoring and whining, only now he’s forgotten because he’s freakin senile. Maybe he was senile back in 1972 when, running against the world’s biggest gangster, Nixon, he totally blew it and ended up winning only 2 out of 48 states. Yeah, if I were Hillary Clinton I would definitely discount any advice this turkey had to impart to me. By way of The Post, yet!

If I could tell Hillary Clinton one thing it would be this: Hang in there, baby! Everybody who voted for you is cheering you on. Don’t crap out in the home stretch.

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