First, my heartfelt congratulations to
Senator Barack Obama for his historic victory in becoming the first
African-American in United States history to achieve the Democrat
nomination for President of the United States!
I wish that Obama – with his natural-born
gifts of intelligence, soaring oratory, and political passion – were a
conservative. We conservatives would cherish such a gifted politician.
But, alas, he remains a hard-core Marxist
who only recently – and solely for calculated political reasons –
distanced himself from fellow radicals and Chicago “machine” operatives
Rev. Jeremiah Wright, domestic terrorist William Ayers, Rev. Michael
Pfleger, convicted fixer Tony Rezko and the Windy City's favorite
extortionist, Jesse Jackson.
Considering the company Obama keeps, and
the hardball they play, it was totally unexpected that his moment in the
delegate sun would be eclipsed by – himself!
What was conspicuously missing from
Obama’s victory speech was his testicular fortitude – or, as they say in
New York, cujones. Ironically, but accurately, this is a quality
that only five weeks ago was attributed to none other than Hillary
herself by the president of the Sheet Metal Workers’ union in Indiana,
Paul Gibson.
Instead of standing on his golden podium
and announcing that he and his excellent team of advisors had already
chosen his running mate – and then introducing his VP choice – he
allowed his opponent to steal the spotlight and grab the headlines.
In stark contrast, Hillary’s aggressive
rejection of Obama’s electoral-delegate victory had all the earmarks of
Clinton Cujones on parade! Just as in 2000, Democrats like Hillary
prefer to ignore the fact that in our system of government, it is
electoral – and not popular – votes that matter!
Upon learning that she had lost the
nomination, Hillary chose not to speak about her willingness to support
the nominee and move forward on his behalf, but instead launched into
one of her boilerplate campaign speeches, reminding America of all her
socialist hopes for our country, and repeating, ad nauseum, that she had
won the popular vote.
She ended her remarkably ungracious speech
by telling the audience that she was taking the next few days to "think
about” what she had to do to go forward.
What does that mean? To me, it means that
Hillary fully intends to go all the way to the Democrat convention in
Denver, Colorado, and to use the Clintons’ legendary “scorched earth”
strategy to bury Obama. Never mind the buzz that she will “suspend” her
campaign on Friday. To “suspend” it is not to end it! The very word
reeks of Clinton manipulation and suggests that she’s using it to buy
time in order to sharpen her machete.
The idea that Hillary become Obama’s VP –
ostensibly because he couldn’t possibly win in November without her
“women’s” vote – has dominated the airwaves, with Clinton flak Lanny
Davis even launching an online petition to drum up support.
But as even the politically disinterested
know, if Obama made this choice, he would need a full-time food-taster!
On Tuesday night, Obama had the perfect
opportunity to cut off the head of the snake of the Clinton Machine.
This would have told the American electorate all they needed to know
about the way Mr. Change and Hope would deal with America’s enemies.
Instead, he left the testicular fortitude
to Hillary.
Nevertheless, Obama is not only the
Democrat nominee, but he is now the de facto head of the Democrat Party
and the Democratic National Committee. The idea that he needs
Hillary’s “women’s” vote is ridiculous. As a diehard conservative, I can
say categorically that even hypnosis could never compel me to pull the
lever for a liberal. In the same way, Hillary’s voters will never pull
the lever for a Republican.
As for Obama striking a deal with the
loser by paying the bills she racked up in her woefully mismanaged
campaign, this too is ridiculous. If he capitulates to Hillary’s “I’m
entitled” demand, what will he do with the Draconian demands of Hugo
Chavez and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad?
You don’t need
Hillary’s “women’s” vote, Sen. Obama, and you don’t need to pay her
bills. You need to cool it with your high-falutin’ Ivy League talk and
find yourself some cujones!