hether it's caused by a one-dimensional mindset 3... or by the seductive, ego-inflating unreality of a sycophantic host and fawning audience... or simply by the belief that they are answerable to no one,4 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 5. Intended to hoist a sinking ship,6 the "interview" instead added another anchor to the already leaden weight of a clinton--the banality, the corruption12 and the utter failure10 --not to mention the oxymoronically perverse hillary entitlement. 4 Pauley, alternating between straight man and tortuous prop, was truly an embarrassment. And the usual droning-when-not-screeching,11 midwestern-twanged-except-when-g-droppin'-preachin'-to-blacks-or-rubes 7 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--no flag pin in sight--to pander to the Asian-infused, ultra-left-wing San Francisco set. But she forgot, apparently, to look in the mirror: The image on the screen was more Mao than mandarin 9. Yet some would argue, perversely, that the Mao look was, in fact, precisely what made her choice of attire absolutely perfect. This is the first in a series of (oops!) inadvertent disclosures made by the not very swift missus clinton during her chitchat with Jane Pauley in the city by the bay.
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