I wrote this in response to the Sept 14 2016 piece by Jillian Stacia on the lifestyle blog THIRTYON TAP. It is a great article and worth reading here: why I get so angry when you insult hillary clinton
I read your piece and thought it was excellent.
But you didn’t cover MY reasons for getting ‘so angry when you insult Hillary Clinton’, so I thought I might reciprocate and share them with you. I have spent a couple more decades in the barrel finely aging my robust opinion, so I have a more seasoned POV. Not better or worse, just ripened.
When people tell me Hillary doesn’t smile enough, I think ‘Fuck you.’ Who are you to tell someone when to smile? Are you the love child of Miss Manners and one of the Osmonds? Serious people with a lot on their minds, trying to answer myriad questions with authority, intelligence and respect don’t always think to play Miss America and paste a shit-eating grin on their puss and pretend they are perpetually modeling for the cover of KissMyAss Magazine. I trust people who smile when they genuinely feel like doing so and not just to keep some a bunch of pinheads with pens satisfied.
When people make fun of Hillary’s clothes, I think, ‘Look in the mirror, asshole.’ What makes you think you're a fashion diva? A Vogue layout…a GQ centerfold? If you dress to make others like/admire you and are not true to who you are (e.g.- you love sweater vests but wouldn’t be caught dead wearing one, fearing ridicule) then you are the loser. You lose your style, independence, autonomy, self-respect and darlin’, you lose your right to criticize anyone with the balls to be themselves. And yes, Hillary has the biggest set of kahunas in modern politics. Barack and Bill included. So off you go… ask someone how you should be wiping your own ass.
When people make fun of Hillary’s voice, I say ‘That’s what intelligence sounds like. You obviously are not familiar with the sound…hearing it or making it.’ Those listening to the timber of Hillary’s voice and ignoring the substance it carries, are doing so for one of two reasons: 1) the words are passing lipstick or 2) the bullshit filling their heads has plugged up their ears.
When people worry about Hillary’s health and criticize her for campaigning with pneumonia, I think ‘What the hell is wrong with you? A politician who is willing to work herself into a coma to meet her commitments, and your balking? Don’t you want a President who will work to their last, rasping tortured breath in the service of keeping your ass safe and fed? Why isn’t being the color (and texture) of the surface of Mars not a worry and criticism as well?’
When people tell me Hillary needs a facelift, I say’ “You’re right. She needs to lift something very heavy and slam it over your misogynistic, immature, dumb ass. Twice.’ Oh…wait…was that word ‘facelift’? I read ‘forklift’. Ah well, same answer.
When people talk about how cold Hillary is, I ask think, ‘Would you rather be hugged by a cooing Good Old Boy who has one hand patting your back while the other steals your wallet then flicks a match on a fuse that leads to a bomb under your house, OR, would you prefer a person who is reserved and thoughtful with no desire to be your False Best Friend, shakes your hand and asks how she can help make your life better? If you choose the Good Old Boy, you deserve that empty wallet and pile of burnt wood that used to be your home.’ Hillary is how she is for one simple reason: being on the front line of politics ain’t fer sissies and it’s a battle that scars you. The more years you fight, the more scars you earn. Scars, like all medals of Honor, can seem ‘cold’ to the touch, but only to those who don’t appreciate them and the sacrifice they represent (especially those whose own self-proclaimed sacrifice was 'erecting huge structures' *said in a pouty-lipped, sucktit Shirley Temple-like voice* )
One gains perspective when one ages. One also gains a need to call’em’ as one sees’em, and I sees a whole lotta stupidity disguised as political punditry and ‘news’. I also see the need for one less penis in the White House. Let’s face it, having one was mandatory for so long, not having one can have its day in the sun too.
*and no, I am not angry at or hate penises. In fact I rather like them. The ones without teeth.