I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now. This isn’t about partisan politics, it’s satire about a personality, maybe even a Cult of Personality. The personality being housed in the body of one Hillary Rodham Clinton. Say what you want about the woman, but you can’t say she isn’t smart. I think she’s way smarter than many of us gave her credit for.
I have no evidence to back this up, but it’s an interesting thought experiment for me.
Hillary had an appetite for politics since her middle teens, active in young Republican groups. Her world was rocked by MLK and she changed to the Democratic party by the time she had graduated college. Picture a young, ambitious woman turning twenty-one in 1968, the most incredibly dynamic social and political year in modern history. The world was changing and she could feel it in her bones, but it wasn’t yet time for a woman president. She wouldn’t be thirty-five for fourteen more years. And yes, society was changing, however, it probably still wouldn’t be ready in 1982 for a woman president. But what if … what if she could find the right man to polish?
Enter William Clinton. He’s brash and full of energy and has political aspirations of his own. He’s someone she could use to her advantage. He had great potential. He wasn’t perfect, but she could fine-tune his lesser qualities, groom him for greatness. Law School and introductions with the right people put her into powerful circles of influence, and not by chance, but by subtle manipulation.