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Whether it's caused by a one-dimensional mindset ... or by the seductive, ego-inflating unreality of a sycophantic host and friendly audience... or simply by the belief that they are answerable to no one, this much is certain: The frequency and intensity of clinton acts of stupidity vary directly with the friendliness of the venue.
Witness the latest: Missus clinton's San Francisco chitchat with Jane Pauley.
Intended to hoist a sinking ship, the "interview" instead added another anchor to the already leaden weight of a clinton--the banality, the corruption and the utter failure --not to mention the perversely oxymoronic hillary entitlement.
Pauley, alternating between straight man and circuitous prop, was truly an embarrassment.
And the usual droning-when-not-screeching, midwestern-twanged-except-when-g-droppin'-preachin'-to-blacks-or-rubes missus clinton was her usual arrogant, banal self, a familiar affect, which she invariably punctuates--just in case--with congruous and correspondingly condescending thematic attire.
Gingham-cum-flag-pin is her standard rube/red-state garb. 8 Predictably, missus clinton donned a mandarin-collared shirt to pander to Asian-infused San Francisco.
But she forgot, apparently, to look in the mirror: The image on the screen was more Mao than mandarin.
Some would argue, conversely, that the Mao look was, in fact, precisely what made her choice of attire absolutely perfect.