No, that didn’t really happen. But just you wait.
So Hillary is attracting attention, albeit highly befuddled attention, roaming the roads from Chappaqua, New York to Iowa in a van. Along with her Secret Service detail, of course.
Here she is below wandering the streets of a real neighborhood somewhere, looking about as natural as a baroness trying to pretend there was nothing amiss after she’s fallen into the chimpanzee exhibit.
I love how NBC claims it snagged an “interview” with her. Below you can see the press further degrading themselves by scurrying after her “Scooby van” so as not to miss anything in case she decided to say something substantive, or merely slipped on a banana peel.
One of the few epithets that hasn’t been applied to Mrs. Clinton is “strange,” but with her artificial attempt to ensconce herself among real people, whom she hasn’t had contact with since the last time she was forced to in 2008, “strange” may soon be added to her personality portfolio.
What Hillary, who has been trying to avoid scrutiny her entire adult life, doesn’t understand is that people crave authenticity. Candidates, even lousy ones like Clinton, have to at least be themselves.
Americans won’t automatically reject elitism. They embraced Franklin D. Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy with genuine affection, and neither tried to pretend they were something they were not.
Ronald Reagan, who had a certain regular guy appeal, nevertheless also stood at something of a distance and projected an air of class and even elitism that didn’t diminish anyone’s love for him.
Hillary is poll testing herself into failure. She’s the Michael Jackson of politics, having has so many image facelifts that people can’t bare to look at her anymore.
She needs to figure out what she’s fighting for, and then battle for it with the passion she at least once had. And do it by just being Hillary, if she still remembers who that is.