The (Fading) Flower Power Establishment

Hillary Clinton's White House trajectory is off expectations. Off expectations for Bill and Hill and their true believers, anyway.  This has got to be a ferocious shock to them, and they are reacting as they always react when things don't go their way: find an associate to throw to the dogs, blame the press, blame the vast right-wing conspiracy, blame their supporters for being insufficiently devout. 

Throw a mountain of other people's money at the problem and turn the spinning wheel to yet another angle. 

No news here, although right now Patti Solis Doyle may be a bit surprised at the grim realities involved in taking one for the Clintons.

Columnists and bloggers seem puzzled by the Clinton's inability to learn from past mistakes in the political realm.  And if we assume that the Clintons are basically well-intentioned and hard-headed political realists, it's indeed hard to imagine how they can "keep doing what they're doing when they keep getting what they're getting."

But the Clintons are not political realists, at the very depths. No, at heart what they believe themselves to be is ANOINTED - members of a very small and incredibly elite group who, by virtue of being who they were and are, where they were and are, by virtue of their unprecedented depths of caring and moral superiority, are destined to rule.

For the good of us all, of course.  For the children.

Gerard Van der Leun took an insiders look at the drug-fueled beginnings of liberal boomer humanist moralism - aka hippie bullshit - with a hefty dose of Bill 'n' Hill history included here.  It's as close as we are ever likely to get to an explanation of why these genius-level morons operate the way they do.

It also places the Clintons exactly where they belong; in the galactic center of the spoiled, nanny-state yuppie busybody generation.  Ready, willing, and quite sure they are entitled to lead us all to world peace,  socialized medicine and a good cigar. 

Well, maybe not the cigar.

I understand the angst and terror that must be circulating in Clinton veins right now.  Bill's adding up how many more hot twenty-somethings he could have and still would be able to shag, if not for the quest to be First Gentleman.

For Hillary the same calculus must be even more bitter - Bill's antics for decades and in the end she may have to settle for blackmailing her way into a VP slot.

Harsh.

For the rest of us, though, what a treat.  Up against a racially mixed opponent who won't go back to the plantation allegedly inhabited exclusively by Republican Blacks, the Clintons' bigotry gets lots of air.  Little Chelsea, grown to a particularly scary kind of Stepford Trophy Child, beams mutely from inside a fortune in designer duds. 

The scandalously foul-mouthed Howard Dean is calling for verbal restraint and Clinton former hostages - oops, donors - are deserting ship and throwing money at Obama so fast I worry that he will be suffocated in cash.

Add to this Democratic Party Convention problems and you have happy prospects.  Not only are the delegates from Florida and Michigan being excluded due to their states primaries being too early, but 20% of the total delegates are "superdelegates", uncommitted and likely to be the trump card if the primaries don't give us a clear winner.  The mudfest is almost certain to continue until November, with Hillary surly and sniping if Obama is the candidate and Obama's JFK-style devotees creating havoc in local races if Hillary is nominated.

At which time hopefully the voting public will turn off the Clinton/Obama/Dean sideshow and vote for my favorite candidate:

"Whoever is NOT the Democrat."  Because the Summer of Love may be over, but the Jihad is with us still.