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Hillary Clinton says her party didn’t protect her enough from insult

August 1, 2008

I was not going to write one more thing about the elections or the conventions or certainly about Hillary Clinton. But the irony of Clinton diehards demanding an anti-sexism plank in the Democratic party platform because a heckler hooted, “Iron my shirt!” during a Hillarally compels exception.

It’s too funny. Mrs. Clinton and her acolytes are demanding that their party provide greater protection from insult, the sort of common buffeting that candidates typically assume they throw their hats in the ring to endure.

Even if you don’t happen to think, “Iron my shirt!” is insulting, it doesn’t matter; somebody does. And the protection the tender gender requests is from “future perceived instances of bias” (my emphasis).

After all, the senator is a weak woman, she needs protection; that’s why she’s running for president (I think she still is: perhaps she hopes to start a New Progressive Party). With her new awesome powers she would be able to yell, “Treason! Treason!” from the rooftops and avenge the spirit of Athaliah (see 2 Kings 11 for the scary account).

I can’t remember any candidate in history complaining he didn’t receive sufficient protection from insult. Even presidents who survived assassination attempts didn’t complain of inadequate protection. Most people seem to have a handle on the notion that it can be a rude world out there. Mr. Obama drums up prospective insults he finds it useful to impute to other people, and that’s bad enough.

That’s it. Thank God I have clean towels to hang in the bathroom I just cleaned.

  1. August 1, 2008 9:41 am

    I was thinking of the end of 2 Chr. 23, but, in today’s climate, mentioning that might be construed as a crime. . . .

  2. August 1, 2008 11:01 am

    The iron my shirt guy was a Hillary plant designed to enrage the cat-licking mullet feminist crowd. it worked. Her tear-eyed cries of sexism and insult victimhood underscore the reason people didn’t vote for her – nobody likes a crybaby punk.

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