To my eye, Clinton offers the world something along the lines of ubercompetent policy wonkishness along with a 10.765392-step plan to get The Country back on its feet. Unfortunately, that is PRECISELY what we don't really need in this moment of history.
The general caricature of her as a deranged voodoo mama is
probably much worse than she actually is in real life, but the big problem with that is she really, really, really makes it hard to get 100% behind that particular proposition. Just when you think you've solved the calculation, she does something that raises doubt all over again that maybe she really is as bad as they say.
And don't kid yourself. This is the campaign season. it's the moment in the political year when she's best able to control her image as she sees fit. If you are uncomfortable with her now, you certainly won't be any more comfortable when she's President and has pretty much lost all control over all that. I mean, she's no Reagan in the sense that she'll blindly hand over her Presidency to her handlers and allow them to make of it what they will so long as they get her to the stage with plenty of time to spare for a good session with the make up artist.
Besides, the robe of leadership simply doesn't wear well on her. Nobody is going to follow an ice-maiden off a cliff. Certainly not the way we took a leap with that moronic, stuttering gap toothed floppy eared ivy league frat boy. For as long as I can remember, I've always felt sorry for Chelsea. I'd probably be in therapy, or minimally organically embarrassed, if Clinton were my mother. I'd probably deeply resent having grown up all exposed to the world in service to her naked ambition, protected only by her icy veil.
And did Hussein Osama's "bitter" truthiness totally kill his chances of ever being taken seriously by the racist white middle-aged middle-class demographic? Sure, probably. That would be a safe bet, I'd say.