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Thank you, Miss Marple. :)

'Gem,' indeed, down the pin.... ;)

Missus clinton, you may recall, is big on the subliminal use of the pin... as well as the garment.

The better to fool all the idiots, useful and otherwise.

And there's an inside joke or two lurking there--if you'll pardon the somewhat mixed metaphor--to stick it to us, to boot.

As I've always been fond of saying: The clintons' fundamental error is that they are too arrogant and dim-witted to understand that the demagogic process in this fiberoptic age isn't about counting spun heads; it's about not discounting circumambient brains.

A Scoundrel's Pythagorean Imperative

Mia T, 12.14.03

z = distance between flag lapel pin and chin

d = distance between midpoint of chin and jowl

y = distance between the midpoint of chin and top button

x = distance between top button and flag lapel pin

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 that is punctuated--just in case--by her reliably thematic attire.

Gingham-cum-flag-pin is her standard red-state-rubes uniform.⁷ Predictably, missus clinton donned a mandarin-collared shirt to pander to an Asian-infused San Francisco.

But she forgot, apparently, to look in the mirror: The image on the screen was decidedly more Mao than mandarin⁸: It told us more about the woman than, perhaps, she intended.

As did her words.

by Mia T, 02.08.06
THE (oops!) INADVERTENT (TERRORISM) ADMISSIONS OF BILL + HILLARY CLINTON
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.

A morning chuckle for YaYa.

Mia - You owe Margaret Hamilton an apology!

should read: "'Gem,' indeed, down to the pin...." ;)