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Belatedly, the Clinton campaign has come to realize that white men represent the critical swing vote of the 2008 primaries. When Hillary captured the white male vote, she won nine out of 14 contests. But when the good ol’ boys gave the nod to Barack, he triumphed in nine of the 15 races.
Problem is, Hillary has been rubbing a lot of people the wrong way with all her girl-power jokes and “iron-my-shirt” pranks.
Earlier this month, the Democratic elders began to call for Clinton’s withdrawal from the race. Predictably, Hillary’s surrogates cried “misogyny.” Then they circulated their latest one-liner: “Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in high heels.”
Obviously these women have never danced the lead for the tango.
So how is Hillary going to pull off a kiss-and-make-up with the male electorate? Well, simple – if she can’t beat the boys, why not join ’em!
So on April 1 – April Fool’s Day, for those who noticed – Mrs. Clinton showed up on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art and invoked the memory of Rocky Balboa, legendary boxer of film fame. Putting on her best He-Man imitation, she exclaimed, “Let me tell you something, when it comes to finishing a fight, Rocky and I have a lot in common. I never quit. I never give up.”
A few days later she confided her fondest childhood memories. “You know, my dad took me out behind the cottage that my grandfather built on a little lake called Lake Winola outside of Scranton and taught me how to shoot when I was a little girl,” she related. Waxing sentimental on the issue, she added, “People enjoyed hunting and shooting because it’s an important part of who they are.”
(Note to Second Amendment advocates: Before getting excited over this political pabulum, you might want to check out Hillary’s record on gun control. On at least 17 different occasions, she has issued statements on the need to restrict access to guns, including her 2000 proposal to license and register all handgun sales.)
By mid-April the nonstop campaigning began to take its toll, and Mrs. Clinton hankered for some quality time with the boys. So she sauntered over to Bronko’s Restaurant and Lounge in Crown Point, Ind.
Sidling up to the bar, she ordered the bartender’s finest. In full view of the cameras, she took a sip of the Crown Royal whiskey, then threw her head back and finished off the rest of the shot.
When Crown Point Mayor Tom McDermott chided the presidential candidate for her drinking ways, Hillary shot back, “It’s Saturday night, though, Tom.”
Then wiping off the dried tobacco spittle around her mouth with the back of her sleeve, Mrs. Clinton let loose a guttural “Ahhhh” and ordered up a round of Jack Daniels for all the blurry-eyed guys huddled around the bar. (I made up that part.)
Hillary still wasn’t done with her real-man wannabe routine.
Last Tuesday, as Pennsylvania voters streamed to the polls, Mrs. Clinton appeared on ABC. Asked about the looming threat from Iran, Clinton indulged in a round of high-profile saber rattling.
“I want the Iranians to know that if I’m president, we will attack Iran,” she warned. “In the next 10 years, during which they might foolishly consider launching an attack on Israel, we would be able to totally obliterate them.”
Totally obliterate them? Goodness gracious, if Sen. McCain ever uttered those words, he’d be tarred and feathered and sent packing to Arizona.
Even after she won the Pennsylvania primary, Clinton didn’t let up on the belligerent rhetoric. On Tuesday evening she cut loose with a victory stem winder, reiterating the words “fight,” “fighter” and “fighting.”
History shows every time a Democrat’s campaign is on the ropes, the beleaguered candidate tries, pathetically, to play the macho.
Remember the time that Michael Dukakis donned his helmet, military coveralls and red tie, and crawled into the gun turret of a 63-ton M-1 battle tank?
Don’t forget when Al Gore paid feminist Naomi Wolf $15,000 to turn him into a beta male.
And do you recall John Kerry’s quail-hunting romp? By the time the cameras caught up with the hunting party, he was no longer toting the bagged birds. Teresa wouldn’t have approved.
So as Hillary Clinton tries to rescue her quixotic bid for the Democratic presidential nomination, it was nearly inevitable that she would try to portray herself as a gun-hugging, hard-drinking, military-loving fighter for the common man.
Ride ’em, cowboy.
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Carey Roberts has been published frequently in the Washington Times, Townhall.com, Conservative Battleline Online, LewRockwell.com, ifeminists.net, Intellectual Conservative and elsewhere. He is a staff reporter for the New Media Alliance.