This is just beautiful. I wish I’d written it.
[Sunday-afternoon update]
Kevin Williamson refuses to be outdone by T. A. Frank:
…as the poet said, there ain’t no cure for love, and Democrats just can’t quit the Big Creep.
So they’ve turned to the Little Creep.
Chelsea Clinton, most recently lionized on the cover of Vanity Fair, is a 37-year-old multi-millionaire who has never uttered an interesting word about any subject at any time during the course of her life. Judging from the evidence of her public statements, she has never had an original thought — it isn’t clear that she has had a thought at all. In tribute to her parents, she was given a series of lucrative sinecures, producing a smattering of sophomoric videos for NBC at a salary of $600,000 a year. She later went more formally into the family business, leaving her fake job at NBC for a fake job in her parents’ fake charity. She gave interviews about how she just couldn’t get interested in money and bought a $10 million Manhattan apartment that stretches for the better part of a city block. And, since her mother’s most recent foray into ignominious defeat, she has been inescapable: magazine covers, fawning interviews, talk of running her in New York’s 17th congressional district.
The Democrats are doing their best to make Chelsea happen. And, who knows, it might work. It would be tempting to write her off as a know-nothing rich kid who has made a living off her family connections while operating one of the world’s most truly asinine Twitter accounts, but . . . well, you know.
But, for Pete’s sake, stop it. Have a little self-respect, Democrats. Build Bill Clinton a statue or . . . whatever. Send him your daughters like a bunch of bone-in-the-nose primitives paying tribute to the tribal chieftain. But stop trying to inflict this empty-headed, grasping, sanctimonious, risible, simpering, saccharine little twerp on American public life.
They won’t stop. They can’t help themselves.
“So you tell The New York Times that your dream dinner party would include James Baldwin, Shakespeare, Franz Kafka, Albert Camus, Jane Jacobs, and Jane Austen, and discussion would be about how “people and communities can evolve to be more inclusive, more kind, have a greater and broader sense of solidarity, while still respecting individual liberties; what provokes or blocks those changes; and what stories might resonate today to encourage us toward kindness, respect, and mutual dignity.” ”
My dream dinner party would include Albert Einstein, Ben Franklin, and Richard Feynman, and discussion would be about the nice rack on the waitress.
Hear, hear!
The last couple sentences of that Kafka/Shakespeare paragraph were pure gold.
My dream party would be with the waitress with the nice rack, and we’d discuss people who think they could have a good time with a bunch of dead white eggheads. At least, that would be the opening discussion…
If those three were magically resurrected and at my party, it would be a toss-up as to who took her home.
Throw in Aristotle, Isaac Newton, and Charles Darwin, maybe Thomas Jefferson, and discuss how science and philosophy impact one another.
We can only hope Chelsia becomes their standard bearer. I’m joining Ed’s party.
Finally, we have a politician that is in tune with today’s youth and can use social media like twitter. It is so refreshing to see someone grasp how effective Twitter can be. Chelsea is a genius, I can’t believe she doesn’t have a job.
Why do we laugh at Chelsea Clinton?
She is not quite up to the level of political virtuosity of Dad, she is much easier on the ears than Mom from Park Ridge, Illinois, and she is not known to have been in any in-appropriate relations with younger women?
Why do we laugh at Chelsea Clinton?
Because people keep trying to make her a thing. Why would anyone take her seriously? Her only accomplishment is celebrity, which wasn’t earned. Her money came from family corruption, both parents and husband. Her political chops are sick burn tweets, which are portrayed as angelic by the Democrat press but Literally Hitler from Trump.
Watch for the ugly duckling stories but remember, she is no Anne Hathaway. She isn’t even a Lena Dunham. But we will all be subjected to articles about how attractive, cool, smart, civil, and accomplished she is. She is none of those things but that wont stop the alternate reality fake news industry from trying to destroy people who say otherwise.
I wonder if she will also have spectacular upper arms like Moochelle
“She is not quite up to the level of political virtuosity of Dad, ”
Web Hubble?
Hubbell, I think.
After watching the top 100 most popular videos I realize Chelsea will be our next president! “What the fox say!”
Media billionaire, woman, minority, politically populist, a fusion of what people thing are the best qualities of Mr. Obama, Ms. Clinton the Younger, and Mr. Trump — everyone knows that Oprah will be our next president. You heard this from me first, and lately, this has been brought up by the Right Wing Blogosphere.
Not just her, but a whole bunch of people famous for being famous are going to try in 2020. It will be amusing to see the Democrats having to take them and all their deep thoughts seriously.
Oprah will be 71 in 2024, and she’s already slowing down.
Chelsea Clinton doesn’t care about money! Well, yes, it’s easy not to care about something that you have always had all of which you could possibly want, vastly more than the great majority of people will ever see in their lifetimes. Yes, that is very easy to do,
Vote for Chelsea! A product of the Web. Make a papa proud!
“Already regretting assigning the Chelsea Clinton story to Frank Herbert”
http://boingboing.net/2017/04/23/already-regretting-assigning-t-2.html
Wow. That’s pretty cruel.
I like it.