The Klintoons, (yes, slick Willie and his shrew) are becoming increasingly embarrassing,
Quite frankly, Hillary Clinton appears to be losing it. She is letting her hair down, literally and otherwise. Based on her behavior lately, the former first lady/current secretary of state is either trying to rehabilitate her stoic reputation, ecstatic that Bill’s off supporting African farmers, or throwing caution to the wind and loosening up a bit.
Over the years, Hillary has said and done some pretty crazy things. Who can forget when Hillary, born in 1947, concocted the story that her late mother Dorothy named her after Mount Everest mountaineer Sir Edmund Hillary, who became famous five years after the little Rodham was born?
Or how about when, recounting a 1996 trip to Bosnia, Mrs. Clinton “misspoke” when she apparently mistook receiving flowers from a little girl for running across the Tulza tarmac, dodging sniper fire?
Inserting her family into the 9/11 catastrophe, Hillary even claimed that Chelsea, who was home in bed at the time, was jogging around the World Trade Center on the morning of September 11, 2001. When she was seeking a Senate seat in New York State, Hillary shamelessly reached into her carpetbag and pulled out a “Die-hard Yankee Fan” baseball cap.
And we haven’t even mentioned Huma Abedin, her lesbian girlfriend from the Muslim Brotherhood yet:
Mrs. Clinton blamed allegations of Bill’s peccadilloes on a “vast right wing conspiracy”; she lifted “gifts” from the White House and called it a “clerical error“; she perceived herself to be instrumental in both the Irish peace process and the economic recovery of the 1990s; and she jokingly (but not really) credited the fall of Libya and death of Gaddafi to her visit. These are but a few examples of bizarre statements and behavior that until now appeared to be only for political purposes.
Recently, after ditching her signature scrunchie and casting off that banana clip, Hillary officially let her hair down. She’s “come out of the closet,” so to speak, in the party-girl sense of the word. Either that or the wheels started coming off Hillary’s restraint bus back in April, when a photograph was circulated of “Hillz” submitting a text message on her Blackberry to the “Texts from Hillary” Tumblr blog while wearing a pair of sunglasses that would make Men in Black 3 star Will Smith proud.
Then, a few days later, in Cartagena, Colombia, while attending the Summit of the Americas that excluded Cuba, just past midnight with a party of 12 female aides, Condoleezza Rice’s replacement was seen swilling a frosty “Aguila pilsner cerveza” out of the bottle and whooping it up to a Cuban beat on the dance floor of Café Havana. The only thing missing was a shot of Mrs. Clinton puffing on one of Bill’s favorites, a Montecristo Especial No. 2.
After just barely living down the girls’ night out, at the swearing-in ceremony of Assistant Secretary for Public Affairs Michael Hammer, freewheeling party girl Hillary howled like she’d been hitting the Aguilas again. The secretary of state showed up to what’s normally a routine, boring ritual wearing purple costume jewelry and green sunglasses.
With Russia sending attack helicopters to Syria, and with China, Syria, Iran, and Russia planning joint war games in the Middle East, clearly, the secretary of state was focused on an issue that far exceeds such trivia. Ribbing the purple-loving Hammer, Hillary said, “Mike, I was in a real dilemma. I have pantsuits in nearly every color — except purple.”
Let’s just say “thank the good Lord that Hammer isn’t fond of ‘Gap Blue.'” But wait! Hillary doesn’t own a purple pantsuit? Well, why didn’t she just borrow back her 1993 inaugural ball gown from the Smithsonian for the event? That was a lovely shade of purple.
Fashion-challenged for the occasion, Clinton told Hammer’s purple-clothed family that she needed to be “appropriately attired … [and] … proceeded to put on purple Mardi Gras beads and what she called her ‘piece de resistance,’ wing-tipped purple and green sunglasses.”
Hillary then looked at those in attendance, gave an “Oh… kay!” and cackled a tad, donned the sunglasses, and prepared to administer the oath of office. Turning to Mike Hammer, with a One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest-worthy, loud, and drawn-out “Hee hee hee ha ha ha,” Hillary laughed like “she’s mentally ‘illary” before she said, “So! Repeat after me…”