At Home in the Slime

Warning, warning … very catty remark ahead. Those easily offended may wish to stop now.

At the gym this morning I was half-watching CNN, without headphones, which meant that I was relying on the pictures and the subtitles for the deaf, so what follows may not be what actually was said.

Hillary Clinton was at some rally talking about the one job that she thought really prepared her to be President. It was a job at some cannery operation in Alaska where, she said, captured salmon were unloaded. Japanese experts would slit open the fish and remove the roe for caviar, then thrown to Hillary, where her job was “to scoop out [from inside the fish] whatever was left.”

Whether or not standing in slime cleaning out fish guts prepared her to be President or not, my initial thought was that it definitely was good preparation for married life with Big Bloated Bill.

But then I realized that this story reveals exactly why I will never vote for Hillary Clinton. She believes, it seems, firmly and to her core, that politics and public life is fundamentally nasty and dirty, and that her ability to work in the slime and scoop out vile innards is, in fact, her biggest qualification for the Presidency. Now I’m old enough and cynical enough to understand that politics is a rough game, but I don’t want a President who views working in the slime and scooping out vile innards as the essence of politics, rather than simply something that, unfortunately, has to be done from time to time. Because the vile innards that she wants to scoop out are no doubt, on some issues, my vile innards.

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