Despite everyone in the mainstream establishment calling her the inevitable 2016 victor, Hillary Clinton didn’t get to be the president. But she did write a book. And, unsurprisingly, it’s peppered with useless attacks on the man who kept her out of the Oval Office and delusions of grandeur.
Clinton’s interestingly named memoir, “What Happened,” is due out in the coming weeks. But don’t bother reading it unless you’re in the mood for some woulda-shoulda-coulda reminiscence from a political dinosaur desperately trying to cling to what spotlight remains for her in Trump’s America.
At least that’s the impression I got from audio excerpts of the book which were gleefully promoted by the fake newsters on MSNBC’s “Morning Joe” Wednesday.
The too long, didn’t read version of the excerpt is this: Clinton remains dedicated to claims that the only reason she lost the election was Russian hackers– and Trump is just another “difficult” man trying to keep her and other women down.
“In this book I write about moments from the campaign that I wish I could go back and do over,” Clinton says reading one excerpt. “If the Russians could hack my subconscious, they’d find a long list.”
If the Russians could hack Clinton’s subconscious, there’s plenty the rest of us would like to know as well… dating all the way back to her days as a hick from Arkansas. As Trump said during the campaign: ““I will tell you this, Russia: If you’re listening, I hope you’re able to… I think you will probably be rewarded mightily by our press.”
As for her time spent on the debate stage with Trump, Clinton says she was uncomfortable and almost hints that she was worried her opponent might grope her in front of the nation. No joke…
“This is not okay, I thought. It was the second presidential debate and Donald Trump was looming behind me. Two days before, the world heard him brag about groping women. Now we were on a small stage and no matter where I walked, he followed me closely, staring at me, making faces. It was incredibly uncomfortable. He was literally breathing down my neck. My skin crawled.,” Clinton says.
She continues: “It was one of those moments where you wish you could hit pause and ask everyone watching, ‘well, what would you do? Do you stay calm, keep smiling and carry on as if he weren’t repeatedly invading your space or do you turn, look him in the eye and say loudly and clearly, back up you creep, get away from me. I know you love to intimidate women but you can’t intimidate me so back up.’ I chose option A. I kept my cool, aided by a lifetime dealing with difficult men trying to throw me off. I did, however, grip the microphone extra hard. I wonder, though, whether I should have chosen option B. It certainly would have been better TV. Maybe I have over-learned the lesson of staying calm, biting my tongue, digging my fingernails into a clenched fist, smiling all the while, determined to present a composed face to the world.”
This is one book that probably deserves judgement by cover. And if there’s anyone out there who ought to read it, it’s probably Democrats who don’t yet understand how nominating a pompous, entitled, life-long political insider destroyed the party’s chances of electoral victory in 2016.