Cleek’s revenge

I woke up this morning, and I wanted Hillary to run.

This is:

(a) The worst first line for a blues song ever.

(b) Every RWNJ’s least lurid fantasy involving Hillary Clinton.

(c) The actual mental state of your faithful correspondent.

I don’t know about the other two, but (c) is a true and correct answer.

I want Hillary to run because I have come to viscerally hate the right wing in this country, and Hillary running (and winning — this could be tricky I guess) would make them the maddest and the saddest of all the possible 2020 outcomes.

True confession.

Now I don’t even like Hillary Clinton. Never have. I don’t like her centrist inclinations, her deep affection for the status quo, her often lousy political instincts, etc. etc. etc.

But what I like even less is the rampant sexism that is so obviously driving the hysterical reactions among both leftier than thou types and plenty of mainstream liberals to Clinton’s decision not to exile herself permanently from public life. Apparently, that she has the temerity to continue to participate in contemporary politics, by commenting on current events and so forth, is just too much for these people.

Combine that with the veritable fact that a Clinton presidency in 2021 would fill the entire right wing in this country with rage and despair to a degree that’s almost unimaginable, and that’s good enough for me.