Phooey, pig go! Bill Clinton should form Bull Hawg Party [updated]
Or will Bill eat slop at Barack's feet instead?
[This column is a substantially revised version of Shouldn’t Bill cry Sooey! for a Bull Hawg Party?]
By Mike DeVine, Legal Editor for The Minority Report and The HinzSight Report
Before Bill Clinton was elected in 1992, he famously shouted the Arkansas Razorback cheer on Late Night TV: Sooey! Go Pig!
The pig needs to eat. But, the only Democrat to be re-elected President since FDR (who is scheduled to speak at the Democratic National Convention Wednesday night) has been eaten up and spit out by the Party he saved from political oblivion after the Reagan and Gingrich revolution. So, when he speaks, he will be addressing, possibly the largest gathering of ungrateful beneficiaries in modern American political history and in world history since Winston Churchill last addressed the British Parliament.
Why should Bill Clinton assist the embodiment of the far left that removed all traces of his mostly successful (by many measures and with a Gingrich assist) eight years in the Oval Office? The people that Gore embraced as he lost refusing to let Bill campaign for him in 2000 in other than Black churches. The people that let Ted Kennedy speak and anoint the upstart after seeing Bill’s success in the 90’s partly due to the muzzle Bill out on the swimmers mouth.
The leftist dems in Congress that shunned his policies while he was in office and threw them in the trash two seconds after he left office, have chosen a McGovernite to try and forever rid American politics of any vestige of his legacy.
Why should WJC anoint The One that could make Bill irrelevant, not just for the next four years, but possibly forever? Just so that their remains a sliver of a chance that he could cement his legacy 12 years after he left office?
I think not!
Teddy Roosevelt bolted and went Bull Moose for less than this Razorback has endured.
Der Schlieckmeister was falsely accused of racism in South Carolina by black democrats (Uncle Bills) that owe their political careers to his repair of the Carter Party of malaise. Bill Richardson, a man that was never chosen in a Major League Baseball draft (resumes to the contrary) stabbed him in the back in bearded cognito. Hillary even attacked NAFTA. (This blog is mainly about Bill. I assume no Bull Pig bolt by wives with grounds for divorce.)
The Democrat Party corrupts all it touches. The relationship between the party and its leadership is akin to that between a Godfather and a hit man. We have been led to believe that Bill was the Godfather. That was before they failed to organize caucus states.
To add insult to injury, Obama insists that Bill use his speech to tout Obama’s national security credentials.
Huh? There are none.
Bill, are you going to genuflect before this punk?
Bill, you showed us in ’92 on Letterman that you could cry sooey with best of them from the Ozarks.
But can you cry phooey like TR and run like a Razorback Bull Moose now? Or will you crawl like a newborn piglet?
He said: “Suppose you’re a voter, and you’ve got candidate X and candidate Y. Candidate X agrees with you on everything, but you don’t think that candidate can deliver on anything at all. Candidate Y you agree with on about half the issues, but he can deliver. Which candidate are you going to vote for?”
Then, perhaps mindful of how his off-the-cuff remarks might be taken, Clinton added after a pause: “This has nothing to do with what’s going on now.”
Bill is also reported to have expressed an opinion that Obama’s election could finish off his legacy in moving the party to the middle and that he is mad as hell that he has been assigned the task of touting Obama’s foreign policy credentials to be Commander-in-Chief, when, reportedly, Bill said, “He has none.”
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