Clinton’s Cackling At Cain Takes The Cake – OpEd

Upon watching footage of Hillary Clinton mocking Herman Cain in Afghan president Hamid Karzai’s presence, one could wonder: would she really want to stack her accomplishments up against Cain’s?

I mean real accomplishment – not being the poster girl for nepotism and cultural affirmative action.

But before outlining the distinguished career of the esteemed erstwhile Mizz Rodham, let’s review what was said to Mr. Karzai (another individual, incidentally, who owes his position to an American president). Clinton was addressing Cain’s statement that he probably wouldn’t know the name of the leader of “Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan” and that it wasn’t necessary for a president to know the names of “small insignificant states around the world.” Now, admittedly, Cain isn’t doing himself any good with his frequent reckless statements. Yet, unlike some folks, he does understand Economics 101 and authored his own success by actually creating something. And it is this history that Clinton referred to in a laughter-interspersed exchange with Karzai that went like this:

Clinton: “He’s a former pizza company executive.”

Karzai: “Is he that?”

Clinton: “Oh yeah, he started something called Godfather’s pizza.”

Actually, Cain didn’t start it, but he did oversee its rise to prominence and create thousands of jobs and much wealth in the process. And Hillary Clinton? Her school of success involves marrying a snake-oil salesman extraordinaire, clinging to him like grim death even through his decades of serial adultery, and riding his coattails to success. It’s easy if you tell yourself that your relationship isn’t a marriage but a symbiotic business arrangement. And the payoff is that you get the chance to attempt a reordering of our healthcare system, a lucrative cattle-futures deal, a Senate seat, and then can prance around the world as America’s chief diplomat and practice your recently acquired skill at smiling.

And if someone related this résumé to Karzai – a man likely unacquainted with the particulars of our manifold isms – I can just imagine his posing the Pashto-accented question, “And theese eese thee feminist way?”

Well, yeah, she’s come a long way, baby – away from reality. So far that she doesn’t even understand the difference between public-sector patronage and private-sector performance.