Sexism

An old, grotesque politician, who has long outlived his time. A man who has learned to pander without shame or sincerity, to any group that presents itself. He will kiss babies in the morning, throw down a shot and beer with union workers in the afternoon and dine at a fundraiser with corporate fat cats at night, all with equal and phony aplomb. A lot of times, the candidate of the party I support, is a guy just like this. A lot of times, all the candidates for offices I must vote for, are guys like this. I vote for my party's candidate without a second thought. He may be an old crook, criminal or closeted pervert but he's my old crook, criminal and closeted pervert.

Now, just because the old, bloated, washed up, lying politician in question, is a woman, people say they can't bring themselves to vote for her. Bullshit. Hilliary Clinton, no matter how loathsome, you find her, is still the preferred choice, for President, over John McCain. McCain will continue the War in the Middle East. McCain thinks the economy is in good shape and sees nothing wrong with Wall Street's financial machinations. His best friend, for twenty years, was Charles Keating. He hangs around with corporate lobbyists. He travels on their planes, eats their food, drinks their booze and sleeps in their beds, with the bimbo whores they give him. Relatively speaking, Hillary is the better man, if she is the choice you are offered. Prissy protestations that Hillary's behavior is unladylike and unacceptable are sexism, pure and simple.

If my Party chooses Hillary as the Presidential candidate in the elections come November, I will vote for her without batting an eye.