Sad — I guess MoDo’s highly underworked research assistant sent the column intended for Penthouse Forum into the New York Times:
Indeed, in the era of Trump, greed is not only good. It’s grand. The stock market is our highest value. Mammonism rules.
But watching the Clintons hash over their well-worn tale of falling in love at Yale Law School, I realize that it’s not only about the money.
I know — it’s pretty appalling when America’s already overcompensated washed-up elites go on buckraking tours to give dull speeches to other swells. They really should stop CONSUMING OXYGEN and give younger voices a chance to be heard.
Some in Clintonworld say Hillary fully intends to be the nominee. Once more, in Toronto, she didn’t rule it out, dodging the question with a lame joke. She carries herself with the air of a president in exile. Her consigliere, Philippe Reines, has prodded reporters on including her name when they write about 2020 candidates.
“Please run Hillary. Please, please, please, please. I mean, you don’t expect me to come up with new material, do you? And James has said if you don’t run I’m limited to ten columns a year about you. Run, I beg you.”
Bill was radioactive in the midterms and Hillary was the Ghost of Christmas Past. Her approval rating is at a record low of 36 percent. The only American who seems truly interested in her these days is President Trump, who can’t stop tweeting about her. She’s still money in his book.
Right, it’s Donald Trump who can’t stop talking about the Clintons, even when they aren’t doing anything interesting. Projection is a hell of a drug.