Bernie Sanders is once again tired of hearing about Hillary’s emails.
Hillary Clinton hasn’t even been elected President, and she’s already returned Clinton Fatigue to Washington.
Clinton Fatigue is that sense of exhaustion you get when trying to sort through the various lies, deceptions, evasions, inventions, and circumventions necessitated by various legal, ethical, and tangles, large and small, engaged in by the Clintons and their friends.
Clinton Fatigue was one of the major contributing factors to the election of George W. Bush in 2000. People were exhausted by the sense that when they read the news coming out of Washington, they were forever walking in on a guilty child whose first reaction, like that of all guilty children, was to make something up. They had rejected a second term for George H.W. Bush in the 1992 elections, putting these very same Clintons in charge. Only eight years later, they elected his son of (nearly) the same name, so strong was the nostalgia for a time when the adults were in charge.
And now, with Madame Hillary holding no public office, only a candidate for President, it’s back.
It’s back in the lying about the lying about Benghazi. In the emails that Bernie Sander is already impatient to move on from, and the classified information that was on them. In the form that Hillary signed about the handling of classified info. In the tax returns that the Clinton Foundation can’t seem to get quite right. In the evidence that the Foundation had donors with business before the State Department.
It’s in the Hillary trying to turn herself into a hero of post-9/11 downtown reconstruction (where her daughter was not, in fact, jogging on that infamous day). For the record, because we cling to the hope that the record still matters, was how Hillary was received by the families of the NYPD and FDNY just a few weeks after 9/11:
It’s in the lies she tells because she has to and the lies she tells because she wants to and the lies she tells because she just can’t help herself.
It’s in the “can’t remembers” when she doesn’t like the memory, or the lingering questions that never get answered but always have been.
It isn’t helped by the conspiricists who insist that Vince Foster was shot or that the MENA Airport was a major hub for drugs, murder, and mayhem all overseen by the then-governor but that doesn’t make the fatigue any less real.
The Clintons don’t just bring the Fatigue with them, they’re carriers. This time, it’s Huma Abedin who was personally put on the State Department payroll, signed a separation agreement which included the handling of classified information.
These lies, shadings, convenient memory lapses don’t just appear of their own accord. When someone compiles that kind of a record, it’s because of character.
She is, by turns, personally venal and politically vindictive. Does anyone doubt that she was selling access and potentially contracts the way she and her husband sold the Lincoln Bedroom a decade earlier? Does anyone think that she would shy away from using the IRS to punish political opponents?
She is contemptuous of the people she claimed to represent, and claims to want to lead. That booing in the post-9/11 video above came after her motorcade ran down a New York police officer there to provide security, and Madame Hillary couldn’t be bothered to stop to see if here was all right. Her first response, “Don’t worry, I’m ok.” With respect, we didn’t really doubt you were.
Whatever political skills Bill may have had, it should by now be abundantly clear to anyone who isn’t a hopeless partisan hack that Madame Hillary has, quit literally, none of the personal characteristics necessary for the Oval Office.
Does anyone doubt that a decade and a half of this sort of thing would irreversibly damage and distort our political institutions?