A bitch woke up with a sinus headache that’s still lingering.
Anyhoo, this bitch caught the morning sorta-news and was fascinated by something Tim Russert said while analyzing Senator Clinton’s prospects in New Hampshire given Senator Obama’s poll ranking there and his win in Iowa.
“What she has to do is find a way to substantively say to people this is where I differ from Barack Obama on these critical issues”.
Now, a bitch is on record with the fact that Senator Clinton’s campaign tactics during the Iowa push pissed me the hell off…but something about Russert’s statement hit that nerve all over again.
It pisses me off that Clinton minions were all over the media in mid December mouthing off about Senator Obama’s middle name, spreading known lies about his religious upbringing and trying to stretch teen drug use into a vast criminal enterprise (mercy!) when they should have been discussing where Senator Clinton stands on the issues and how/if that’s different from Senator Obama’s stance on those issues.
This is the ever fucking problem with smear tactics and race baiting ...the time wasted, the missed opportunities and the votes and support lost to that shit.
Now, instead of reinforcing policy differences that were spun during Iowa, Clinton 2008 is trying to bring them up. The potential free advertising to New Hampshire that the national coverage of Iowa represented was lost in the shit storm of a New Hampshire campaign manager being forced to resign over ig’nant comments…a staffer being forced to resign after she sent out an e-mail stuffed to bursting with ig’nant comments…and then Bob Kerrey being forced to apologize for, you guessed it, making ig'nant 'why GOTV when you can stir up the bigots' comments.
Now, as I watch Clinton 2008 point out differences in the eleventh hour of the New Hampshire Primary campaign, this bitch can’t help but wish they had done that shit a month ago…spared me this bitter disgust and ripe resentment…and made this a campaign about the issues from jump rather than an extended exposure to the acrid smell of politics as usual followed by a desperate spritz of 'by the way, here’s what I stand for' at the end.
That shit may work tomorrow.
Anything is possible.
Or this may be a case of shoulda, coulda, woulda.
Did I mention that anything is possible?