Posted on 10/03/2015 8:23:50 AM PDT by afraidfortherepublic
EDITOR’S NOTE: The following is Jonah Goldberg’s weekly “news”letter, the G-File. Subscribe here to get the G-File delivered to your inbox on Fridays.
Dear Reader (including Kevin McCarthy, who may be too busy putting a cast on his Boehner, having stepped on it so badly), I feel like Donald Trump when asked to list all the reasons why he’s terrific; I have no idea where to begin. Lots of stuff has happened since my last “news”letter. Rather than approach this blank page with the sort of planning and care that you’ve come to expect from this well-crafted digital epistle, I’m going to throw care to the wind and, like Bill Clinton at a Saudi harem, I’m going to just jump right into it.
Don’t Move On
Speaking of Bill Clinton, by the end of his presidency, whenever critics said anything critical of him, the almost instantaneous response from his praetorians was to say (1) the critics were “obsessed” or “haters” and (2) that it was time to “move on.” People forget that MoveOn.org began as a kind of non-partisan, No Labels-y, bit of marketing claptrap designed to make the Lewinsky scandal seem like old news. It was a mass-marketing version of the liberal habit of saying “the time for debate is over” — something liberals never say when the debate is politically helpful to them.
Of course, once the country did in fact move on, MoveOn revealed what was always obvious to all of us “obsessed” “haters”: It was an entirely partisan, left-wing operation from soup to nuts. (Speaking of which, I wish someone would run for president under the name “Soup.” That way when writing about the polls I could write, “There’s a lot of interesting things happening among the really unconventional candidates from Soup to Deez Nuts.”)
So it was of some small interest when I saw the coordinated response from Hillary’s posse immediately after her Meet the Press interview last Sunday. Here they all are, spontaneously saying the same thing: “time to move on.”
What was so amusing was how they all seemed to pretend that this wasn’t a coordinated spin operation.
Unfathomable Affection
We all know the old rule of thumb for anyone who gets involved with Bill Clinton: “Get yourself tested.” A slightly less-well-known saying about Hillary Clinton: “There are no coincidences.” She didn’t just have a lucky run in the cattle-futures market, her billing records didn’t just show up in the West Wing, and Dorothy’s house didn’t simply land on her sister because of a freak accident.
I’m sorry, that joke was uncalled for. But you do have to wonder what blind people think of Hillary Clinton when all they have to go by is that voice and that laugh.
Anyway, I’m really not obsessed with Hillary Clinton. In fact, one of the points I’ve been hammering like a zombie skull (if all I had to fight off zombies was a hammer) is that Hillary Clinton suffers from a charisma deficit, and by “deficit,” I mean a yawning chasm of charismalessness that descends into Stygian darkness to the point where if you dropped a stone — or even a 1978 AMC Pacer — into that metaphysical null set of charm, you would hear nothing but the subtle shushing of the wind as it vanished into the bottomless abyss.
Meanwhile, Bill Clinton can be both fascinating and infuriating because he’s so damn smart. His ruthless ability to yoke both the angels and the demons swirling around him to the chariot of his political ambition makes him a worthy subject for biographers, psychologists, and secret monastic orders looking for signs of the End Times.
So while Hillary holds no fascination for me whatsoever, Hillary adoration is endlessly intriguing. It is the Bronyism of the political world. (For those of you who don’t know what Bronies are, I’m sorry. After you click on this link, whatever esteem you had for mankind will be at least a little smaller. I think even the pope would allow a flicker of doubt of God’s plan after looking at it.)
Look, she’s not dumb or weak. She’s not without talents. But, when I read, say, Lanny Davis’s suck-up e-mail to her — an e-mail of such profound sycophancy that it can really only be described in the vernacular of proctology — it makes me think of the “familiars” from the Blade movies.
In the Blade universe, familiars are human servants of vampires, who will do anything to one day be rewarded with eternal life. Clinton’s sycophants aim a good deal lower.
Lanny Davis wrote this: I consider you to be the best friend and the best person I have met in my long life. You know that from the dedication and appreciation of you I have always felt and expressed to you over four decades. And he even threw in this: Please please please * note there are *three pleases*: *Do not be bashful or concerned about saying no to my request.
And here’s the amazing part: She still said no!
Now, I’ve been through some rough moments in my life and my friends have been there for me (“I know you’re not talking about me” — The Couch). I’m not saying they’d take the rap for me if I killed someone or forgive me if it was revealed that I was the guy who cancelled Firefly. But you’d have to go pretty far down the list of my friends into the territory of Friendly Acquaintance Land, People I Held the Elevator Door Forsylvania, and Friends of Friends Whose Car I Puked In On Spring Breakstan before they’d refuse to say a nice word about me to a reporter if I begged them in a three page e-mail (never mind carried more water for them than Gunga Din for 30 years).
And yet, like Frank Sinatra in The Manchurian Candidate, I’m sure to this day if you asked Lanny what he thought about Hillary, he’d say “Hillary Clinton is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life.”
That’s weird man. And so are all the people who constantly insist that the “real Hillary” is charming and funny and all around awesome, as if someone in the limelight for 30 years could hide even a glimpse of this allegedly superhuman charm.
The real Hillary seems as real to me as the Chess Team equipment manager’s horny Canadian super-model girlfriend. Bigfoot erotica makes more sense to me (and yes, that’s a real thing, too) because I at least know what they say about primates with big feet.
The Smoking Server
So why did I bring this up? Oh, right: this server story. I am getting a little obsessed with it. Perhaps not as much as my friend Shannen Coffin. Just the other night, his lovely wife called me in a panic because at Sunday dinner Shannen sculpted a perfect replica of Hillary’s server out of the mashed potatoes.
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And as with Hillary fandom, what fascinates me is not the way Hillary lies constantly and with all the skill of John Candy on the parallel bars, but the way the Beltway establishment — led by her friends — is constantly looking for reasons not to see what is plainly in front of them.
Take the constant refrain that each e-mail tranche contains “no smoking guns.” The other night on the Special Report online show I ranted about it with just a fraction of the energy stored in my splenetic-dilithium crystals, and Charles Krauthammer offered to write me a prescription for valium.
I could go on all day about the layers of lies upon lies here. For instance: There are plenty of smoking guns in every e-mail dump. The number of classified e-mails is now in the hundreds. Hillary Clinton insisted in her first statement that she never sent or received any classified information. She knew this was a lie when she said it.
Those were extremely prepared remarks. She only revised that to “marked” classified when the lie didn’t take. The “marked classified” thing is a lie on the merits and in intent. Some e-mails were marked classified and it doesn’t matter if they were marked classified. The information was classified regardless of marking. She knew this.
She constantly says her system was allowed but never says who allowed it . . . because the person who allowed it was Hillary Clinton. She might as well have hung a banner over her desk that read, “Le département d’État, c’est moi!” (If one of you francophone pedants corrects my French here, I will drive out to your house and leave a burning bag of epoisses on your doorstep).
But all this misses the point. I’m not normally an ALL CAPS kind of guy. So please forgive me for this: BUT THE SERVER IS THE SMOKING GUN! It’s all smokey-like, sitting right there in the FBI evidence room.
I feel like the guy in the “To Serve Man” episode of The Twilight Zone shouting “It’s a cookbook” except that was at least a secret.
To borrow a line from Thoreau, “Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in the milk.” Hillary’s secret server is a trout bigger than the figurative Twinkee Egon Spengler described in Ghostbusters.
And, I’ll just say it again, so as to avoid going bonkers: Saying there is no smoking gun is not a denial! If I accuse you of murdering your chiropodist and you immediately reply, “You have no smoking gun!” you’re basically admitting you did it. “There’s no smoking gun!” is the sort of rhetorical device used by serial killers in the Death Wish and Dirty Harry movies.
“Ha ha! I’m going to get away with it!”
And when I point this out to Clinton defenders who think “Hillary Clinton is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life,” they look at me with the same head-tilting bewilderment my dog displays when I patiently explain to her that a hexagon has six sides. Then after a long silence, they say, “It’s time to move on.” I gotta go make some mashed potatoes.
Live links to his references are at the original.
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Smoking gun or not, does anyone here really expect her to be held accountable by the government for her arrogant negligence and criminal acts?
Really?
Nothing will change that, even video showing her cutting Christopher Stevens' throat with her own hands.
The CIA promised. It's her turn.
“...does anyone here really expect her to be held accountable....”
I have said it before...the Clintons proved, long ago, that crime in Washington, DC does pay!!! This will prove me, and others, RIGHT AGAIN.
Classic, this is a keeper!
Response: It does not matter. Hillary will win. Her problems will be turned into "over coming obstacles."
Comment: We conservatives are so stupid so as to not realize that by massive immigration and artful propaganda have totally changed the rules. The electorate has elected a negro community organizer as President of our once great Nation-TWICE! Thhe aforementioned fact is enough to symbolize our Nation's death.
Hillary has invoked the Bart Simpson defense:
I didn’t do it.
You didn’t see me do it.
You can’t prove anything.
Couldn't resist the temptation to get his dig into Donald Trump, could he?
Putz
I agree that Jonah has some wit in his verbose descriptions of where he’s coming from with a focus on being funny, but I read through all of this looking for “fact” or “substantive points” that support “smoking gun”
He makes a good point about the switch from “classified” to “marked classified” and the seeming coordinated journalist post-statement statements seeming to be “prepared”. But overall, this is a very long read for 2 or 3 main points.
I’ve been following the Clintons even before I joined here. Years... there really isn’t anything new here that I didn’t already know or deduce for myself.
In the end, I do hope that this column resonates with others who are recently disillusioned with Clintons and their ilk - we need it to go out over and over.
I do, and it will be up to all of to demand this of the PTB.
Ever since the Clintons arrived on the scene 23 years ago, the rule of law in America has been defined ever downward to accommodate their many misdeeds.
Enough.
In this Boehnana republic?
Jonah Goldberg is no Mark Steyn.
I feel like the guy in the “To Serve Man” episode of The Twilight Zone shouting “It’s a cookbook” except that was at least a secret.
Actually, it was a woman.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dk01eeKMD_I
Why is Hillary running for President?
What great wrong is she going to set right?
The Democrats freed the homosexuals from the Jack-booted thuggery of not paying $20,000 for a wedding and not getting their heads blown off in some hell hole.
But he’s a real good warmup act. This one is brilliant.
30 or 40 years ago, I used to wonder why there seemed to be TONS of 3rd world immigrants moving to Anerica. Sometimes I am a little slow on the uptake. It was all about importing rat voters. The fact that a charlatan like Nobama could be elected twice, as you say, is enough to symbolize our Nstion's death. Of course, we never give up, but I have this sick feeling, that we could very well be saying "President Clinton" again. I think she would be Nobama on steroids.
My high school newspaper had better writers than Jonah. He’s a pathetic excuse for a pundit if there ever was one.
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