OBAMA’S WIFE TARGETED
HILLARY DEFENDS TACTIC ON MEET THE PRESS
Spartanburg, SC (Jan 13, 2008. TBC Exclusive) An enormous salvo of shit rockets were dropped on the Barak Obama presidential campaign in the past 12 hours, compliments of Hillary Clinton’s operatives. The viciousness of the media assault has rendered the Obama campaign speechless. The majority of observers, pundits and politicians have called the sneak attack a political “Pearl Harbor”.
In a rapidly released series of e-mails, faxes, press releases and Clinton staff members statements, the press was alerted of the existence of evidence related to the allegedly sordid past of Barak Obama’s wife, Michelle.
Team Hillary claims to have a wealth of proof to support their allegations that Michelle Obama had worked as a stripper, lap dancer and nude model in the years before she met and married her husband, democratic presidential contender, Barak Obama. Obama is currently locked in a hotly contested, extremely tight race with the former first lady. Some of the evidence the Clinton campaign has provided to the public is of a dubious nature while other items appear to be true.
According to some of the documents released by Team Hillary, Michelle Robinson, was an attractive young high school graduate in Chicago, awaiting her freshman year at Princeton University when she first entered the world of ‘adult entertainment’.
It was June, 1981 when Fraiser and Marion Robinson’s only daughter graduated with honors from Whitney Young High School. She had been accepted at the prestigious university and planned to arrive on campus in late August. Her parents, both blue collar workers, would struggle to provide the financial resources for their daughter to pursue her dreams and the costly higher education she sought. Michelle was working that summer at a men’s clothing store on Lower Wackar Drive as a sales clerk. As the Clinton provided documents state, it was while working in that job that she was first introduced to Horace “Mandingo” Huggins, a former Black Panther, drug dealer and minor league outfielder for the White Sox. By the summer of 1981 Huggins was the owner and operator of a topless bar and strip club, Slappy Pappy’s Apple Bottom Club on Chicago’s south side.
Allegedly, Huggins was attracted to the pretty, young, intelligent sales clerk and he began to shower her with gifts. She started to date Huggins a few weeks after they met and, according to various documents and personal accounts, Michelle took a job at Huggins’ bar. Despite being a minor, Michelle worked a late afternoon shift as a topless barmaid. She became impressed by the cash she was making and soon quit her job as a clerk while hiding her new experiences from her hard working parents.
Huggins, presently serving a 9 to 21 year sentence in Joliet State Prison for manslaughter, possession of an illegal substance, soliciting a minor for anal sex and jaywalking, was recently interviewed by Clinton campaign operatives. According to the transcript of that jail house meeting, Huggins’ recounted his earliest association with Michelle Robinson. “ I had me an account at The Ebony Haberdashery where I bought all my threads from. One day I’m in there pickin’ up a purple three-piece suit and I sees this fine piece o’ ace behind the counter. I talks with her and after a few weeks she workin’ in my club. Let me tell y’all somethin’ ‘bout this dime...she was fine, ass like whoa, legs that didn’t stop, cute little perky titties. Yea, she was fine and afore too long she was spendin’ nights with me in my crib. Lawdy, that sista, once she put her lips on your manhood, she’d curl your toes”.
According to Huggins, Michelle became very popular with his clientele and was eager to have an opportunity as a pole-dancer. She was an instant favorite among the blue-collar workers, ex-cons, pimps, junkies, bookies, Mayor Daley staffers, scum bags and civil rights activists who frequented the club. Delroy Meeks, a regular patron at Slaapy’s, told a TBC reporter that “I was watchin TV one night and I seen this brotha be runnin for president. Next thing I sees is he bringin’ his wife up on the stage. I says to myself, day-yam...that hoe, I know her when she shook her ace back in the day. I gave her a ten spot one night and she did things to me that a man never forget”.
Retired Chicago detective Stanley K. Berserka, related to Clinton staffers his recollection of young Michelle Robinson: “I was working vice in that sleazy neighborhood. We all knew that dirt ball mope Huggins. I remember one night he walked this little chocolate twist to his Chrysler LaBaron. That little gal had an ass on her that would bring a dead man to full attention. She was a pretty little thing and I remember thinking that , she must really have the hots for Huggins cause she was buck ass naked walking across that alley. She jumped into that Chrysler and they was gone”.
Former President Bill Clinton appeared on Fox news Sunday this morning with Hustler Magazine publisher Larry Flynt. Mr. Flynt claims to have nude photographs of the young, nubile Michelle Robinson. Flynt also claims that Michelle entered a booty shaking contest in Fort Lauderdale, Florida in July 1981 and, after she won first place she posed nude for his magazine. Bill Clinton corroborates Flynt’s statements saying, “ I was at that booty contest. Actually, I was a judge and I’ll tell you why. I was Governor of Arkansas and it was widely known in the wet T-shirt, rump shaking circuit that I had a keen eye and a good appreciation for female flesh. I saw that gal who is now married to Obama shakin her ace, squeezin’ her nipples up on stage and I knew, immediately , she had a future. She had ‘First Lady’ written all over her. She also had a tattoo on her left buttocks that said ‘100% USDA Prime Rump’. I damned near fell in love”.
The remainder of the document dump only bolsters the allegations as have been described herein. Some of the more detailed facts catalogue Michelle Robinson’s nude modeling career and her days as a featured dancer at Slappy’s.
Certainly, a vigorous response is anticipated from the Obama campaign although, as most political journalists have already noted, a severe blow has been dealt to the Obama campaign.
Bob Novak of the Chicago Sun Times and Fox News commented, “ I saw her dance and strip in a relatively classless club years ago. In those days I drank cheap well whiskey and tipped strippers like a drunken sailor in Manila. When I first saw Barak Obama at a campaign stop 13 months ago, my left testicle fell into my orthopedic sock. The woman who clung to his arm that day was immediately recognizable to me...she was Booty Clapping Queen from some dive on the south side. Just seeing her again after all these years , touched and aroused me in a way that I’ve not experienced since the night I took 14 Cialis tablets and washed them down with a quart of Red Bull.”
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Monday, January 14, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
THE THINGS OUR OBESE BUD MAN DID NOT TELL YOU
WE’LL MAKE IT SIMPLER; WE ARE YOU
South Bronx, NYC (Jan 11, 2008) Our Ombudsweiserman is a good guy; he really is. He is just a bit of a tight-ass and a douche. We respect and love him nonetheless. He grants us certain latitude, defends us from irate readers and absolutely champions our freedom to speak. That said; there are some things he neglected to tell you. I’ll make it brief, I’ll be succinct, I won’t waste valuable Cynyx space nor your time.
This, kind reader, is who we are:
We have a convicted felon, an accused felon and two felons who have never been caught. We have a drunk, a struggling drunk and a “recovering alcoholic”. We have a contributor with an MD, a Ph.D. and one who had three OD’s. Flea Flack has a Ph.D. a J.D., and a CDL.
We have a black guy, a racist Arkansas redneck, a former Kluxer, a former ACLU’er and a New York City bigot. We have an anti-semite, a Zionist, a Muslim and an Israeli Orthodox Catholic.
There is a Cynyc who served in the Marine Corps in Viet Nam, one leatherneck from Gulf War One, a Korean War Vet and a draft dodger who went to Saskatchewan in 1968. Yup...most of us agree...fuck him. (just kidding)
We’ve got a biker, a White Supremacist and former member of the Idaho State Senate. Okay... He is all the same guy.
We have guys that call each other guys, and guys who call other guys dudes and dudes who call everyone dude. Some of the Cynyx drink Miller Lite in bottles, some, Jameson’s straight, others Sterno and Aqua-Velva with a twist. Some nothing more than Cream Soda.
One of us has been to prison, another, was a corrections officer. We have retired cops, bookies, longshoremen and a structural engineer. We have two economists, several OTR drivers, a reclusive millionaire and an Iowa manure farmer and a pimp on sabbatical.
What we don’t have at the moment is a female Cynyc. We need a woman. We need to find a female contributor, cynical enough, to be counted among this tight group of Brooding Cynyx.
Cynyx have been born and raised in Brooklyn and the South Bronx, New York, Corleone, Sicily, Saucier, Mississippi and Bismarck, North Dakota. Some Cynyx live in the city, some in the country, some in jails, prison and some in trucks. One lives in the bayou in a lean-to but has a satellite hookup.
We care and don’t care; we are Left and Right, Blue and Red, Alpha and Omega, Ben and Jerry.
We’ve been there, done that, caught fish and thrown them back. We’ve dodged and ducked, trucked and fucked and lived to see another century. We’ve been bailed out, put upon, overweight, underpaid and guilty as charged.
We’ve written thesis, performed autopsies and coronary by pass. We’ve passed gas, lived half-assed, been type cast and hung over. We’ve sworn off and mouthed off, jacked off and been locked in solitary. Some of us went to a monastery, some just stayed in emotional Mayberry. We shop at Walmart, Handi-Mart, and Bloomingdales.
We all believe, as Mick Jagger said so many years ago that, “Every cop’s a criminal and all the angels saints...”
We won’t disappoint...
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South Bronx, NYC (Jan 11, 2008) Our Ombudsweiserman is a good guy; he really is. He is just a bit of a tight-ass and a douche. We respect and love him nonetheless. He grants us certain latitude, defends us from irate readers and absolutely champions our freedom to speak. That said; there are some things he neglected to tell you. I’ll make it brief, I’ll be succinct, I won’t waste valuable Cynyx space nor your time.
This, kind reader, is who we are:
We have a convicted felon, an accused felon and two felons who have never been caught. We have a drunk, a struggling drunk and a “recovering alcoholic”. We have a contributor with an MD, a Ph.D. and one who had three OD’s. Flea Flack has a Ph.D. a J.D., and a CDL.
We have a black guy, a racist Arkansas redneck, a former Kluxer, a former ACLU’er and a New York City bigot. We have an anti-semite, a Zionist, a Muslim and an Israeli Orthodox Catholic.
There is a Cynyc who served in the Marine Corps in Viet Nam, one leatherneck from Gulf War One, a Korean War Vet and a draft dodger who went to Saskatchewan in 1968. Yup...most of us agree...fuck him. (just kidding)
We’ve got a biker, a White Supremacist and former member of the Idaho State Senate. Okay... He is all the same guy.
We have guys that call each other guys, and guys who call other guys dudes and dudes who call everyone dude. Some of the Cynyx drink Miller Lite in bottles, some, Jameson’s straight, others Sterno and Aqua-Velva with a twist. Some nothing more than Cream Soda.
One of us has been to prison, another, was a corrections officer. We have retired cops, bookies, longshoremen and a structural engineer. We have two economists, several OTR drivers, a reclusive millionaire and an Iowa manure farmer and a pimp on sabbatical.
What we don’t have at the moment is a female Cynyc. We need a woman. We need to find a female contributor, cynical enough, to be counted among this tight group of Brooding Cynyx.
Cynyx have been born and raised in Brooklyn and the South Bronx, New York, Corleone, Sicily, Saucier, Mississippi and Bismarck, North Dakota. Some Cynyx live in the city, some in the country, some in jails, prison and some in trucks. One lives in the bayou in a lean-to but has a satellite hookup.
We care and don’t care; we are Left and Right, Blue and Red, Alpha and Omega, Ben and Jerry.
We’ve been there, done that, caught fish and thrown them back. We’ve dodged and ducked, trucked and fucked and lived to see another century. We’ve been bailed out, put upon, overweight, underpaid and guilty as charged.
We’ve written thesis, performed autopsies and coronary by pass. We’ve passed gas, lived half-assed, been type cast and hung over. We’ve sworn off and mouthed off, jacked off and been locked in solitary. Some of us went to a monastery, some just stayed in emotional Mayberry. We shop at Walmart, Handi-Mart, and Bloomingdales.
We all believe, as Mick Jagger said so many years ago that, “Every cop’s a criminal and all the angels saints...”
We won’t disappoint...
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Friday, January 11, 2008
THE BROODING CYNYX OMBUDSMAN SPEAKS
CYNYX REGULATOR TALKS POLITICS, COVERAGE
New Year: New Start For Cynyx Everywhere
Continental United States, Undisclosed Location (Jan 9, 2008) Perhaps it’s time for an interlude, a brief pause from the usual discourse (or serial rambling) that transpires in this space. It’s time to talk, you and I reader, talk about who we are, who you are and what’s going on out here.
Some of you might stop reading right now...if so, that certainly is your prerogative. It is a reader’s paradise out here; hundreds and hundreds of articulate, insightful, thoughtful, humorous voices all just waiting for you. Of course, there is the overabundance of conventional ‘media’ at your fingertips. Let there be no illusions about it, on either of our parts; this is a tough sell, our audience is not nearly what we would like but what we have, you loyal souls, are greatly appreciated.
As the Ombudsman of this blog, it is my responsibility to assure the quality of the postings appearing here. This is no easy task. The Cynyx are an unruly, stubborn, opinionated, rambunctious lot, not easily regulated. They are granted a great deal of latitude provided they remain within the semi-well defined borders of our declared landscape. Their individualism, perspectives, perceptions, observations, sarcasm, humor and, of course, cynicism, is vigorously encouraged. If you have spent any time among us here by now, you probably have determined for yourself, that the Cynyx often push the limits of acceptability. That is their collective mission; to make you think, piss you off, make you smile, laugh, cringe or in some other way, react. They seek a reaction. Their posts should be in some form or fashion provocative. However, and herein lies my dilemma, they should not offend. There exists a fine line between sarcastic, caustic, cynical humor and insult. The Cynyx do not intentionally insult however: we recognize the variables in this equation. All of us, you, me, them, we all have uniquely individual, personal tastes, thresholds, biases and senses of irony, the absurd and humor. As Ombudsman, my goal is to be ever vigilant in my efforts to keep our small chunk of cyberspace free of blatant insult. Sometimes, I fail. Occasionally, an item, a comment a remark considered by the author to be comical or benign, to an individual reader sounds offensive or insulting. Hey, we do our best.
In some regards the Cynyx have the latitude they do by virtue of being who they are, who we are collectively. We are black and white, from various, diverse backgrounds, socio-economic levels, from places all over the country. Some of us are highly educated, some natively intelligent but barely literate. Some Cynyx have achieved great success in fields running the gamut from medicine, law and business right across the board through finance, trucking, pool-shooting, boxing, farming, law enforcement, debt collections, leg breaking and mortuary services. It is often not possible to ascertain the ethnic, religious, social, educational composition of the individual author. Some readily identify themselves by name; others employ pseudonyms for various reasons and still other post under other contributors’ monikers. That is their choice. Those not comfortable being open about their identity often still want to contribute and, as associates, friends of a friend, so to speak, they are permitted posting privileges under some other Cynyx authority. That’s just the way it works here.
Actually, if they all do their job properly, in most posting, you the reader should not be able to tell an educated black Baptist republican physician wrote a post or it was written by a retired democratic Catholic Italian cop from Brooklyn. Trust me, we are an eclectic group with the minimal degree of commonality required to participate in this effort. And that, friends and neighbors, makes the blog-o-sphere go round.
Some of the Cynyx you may have become familiar with, you may feel as though you know who they are. If so, that says as much about them as it does about you. Some of the most prolific Cynyx, simply by virtue of their output, have revealed more about themselves than their more reserved colleagues.
Let’s talk for a minute about “Blogger Blankin”. Blogger Blankin is a real individual and also an obvious pseudonym. Aside from Blogger himself, there are a few contributors who post under his name. The real Blogger Blankin is a name some of you might actually recognize. He is a very successful, wealth businessman in several industries, most notably agriculture, logistics, trucking, venture capitol, entertainment/casinos/resorts and various conservative causes. He utilizes his pseudonym because it allows him a level of freedom he would not be permitted if his true identity was known. Those of you familiar with BloggerBlankin posting can probably tell when a posting was submitted by “Blogger” himself or another of those who post under his name.
The same may be said about our founder, Brooding Cynyc. BC is a real man but there are a few others who post under his name. F. Lee “Flea” Flack, does in fact hold a Ph.D. from Harvard, a law degree from Ole Miss and a Commercial Driver’s License with HazMat and tanker endorsements. He is, of course, the Director of Governmental affairs for the very real and influential MRW1 Group of Jackson, Mississippi. MRW1 Group is among the largest, privately owned logistics, transportation and trucking consultancies in the country. They provide diverse services operationally to their clients, are staunch advocates for the trucking industry in Washington DC, have a PAC, an in house research unit and a Think Tank.
Then there are Cletus E. Yoder and Farley Marsden, tow of our more colorful political correspondents. Cletus lives in Lone Tree, Iowa. Farley, in Boston. They have been out on the campaign trail with the candidates and have broken some exclusive postings that have appeared here. They have done some powerful reporting and have also made their share of blunders. As Ombudsman, I assure you, the errors have been dealt with.
Farley was water-boarded after his last post from New Hampshire. After he regained consciousness he was beaten, forced to drink a bottle of Sloe Gin, and locked in a room forced to listen to an endless loop of Celine Dion songs for 24 hours. Currently, he is under observation at the Maine Home for the Absurdly Insane. He is expected to be back on the trail by the Michigan Primary.
Cletus was also sanctioned for some of his harangues. I cannot provide details.
The point to all of this is to express our collective gratitude to our readers and to provide a better understanding to you about who we really are.
The Brooding Cynyx wish you and yours all the best in health, happiness and cynicism throughout 2008.
Copyright © 2008 TBC All Rights Reserved
New Year: New Start For Cynyx Everywhere
Continental United States, Undisclosed Location (Jan 9, 2008) Perhaps it’s time for an interlude, a brief pause from the usual discourse (or serial rambling) that transpires in this space. It’s time to talk, you and I reader, talk about who we are, who you are and what’s going on out here.
Some of you might stop reading right now...if so, that certainly is your prerogative. It is a reader’s paradise out here; hundreds and hundreds of articulate, insightful, thoughtful, humorous voices all just waiting for you. Of course, there is the overabundance of conventional ‘media’ at your fingertips. Let there be no illusions about it, on either of our parts; this is a tough sell, our audience is not nearly what we would like but what we have, you loyal souls, are greatly appreciated.
As the Ombudsman of this blog, it is my responsibility to assure the quality of the postings appearing here. This is no easy task. The Cynyx are an unruly, stubborn, opinionated, rambunctious lot, not easily regulated. They are granted a great deal of latitude provided they remain within the semi-well defined borders of our declared landscape. Their individualism, perspectives, perceptions, observations, sarcasm, humor and, of course, cynicism, is vigorously encouraged. If you have spent any time among us here by now, you probably have determined for yourself, that the Cynyx often push the limits of acceptability. That is their collective mission; to make you think, piss you off, make you smile, laugh, cringe or in some other way, react. They seek a reaction. Their posts should be in some form or fashion provocative. However, and herein lies my dilemma, they should not offend. There exists a fine line between sarcastic, caustic, cynical humor and insult. The Cynyx do not intentionally insult however: we recognize the variables in this equation. All of us, you, me, them, we all have uniquely individual, personal tastes, thresholds, biases and senses of irony, the absurd and humor. As Ombudsman, my goal is to be ever vigilant in my efforts to keep our small chunk of cyberspace free of blatant insult. Sometimes, I fail. Occasionally, an item, a comment a remark considered by the author to be comical or benign, to an individual reader sounds offensive or insulting. Hey, we do our best.
In some regards the Cynyx have the latitude they do by virtue of being who they are, who we are collectively. We are black and white, from various, diverse backgrounds, socio-economic levels, from places all over the country. Some of us are highly educated, some natively intelligent but barely literate. Some Cynyx have achieved great success in fields running the gamut from medicine, law and business right across the board through finance, trucking, pool-shooting, boxing, farming, law enforcement, debt collections, leg breaking and mortuary services. It is often not possible to ascertain the ethnic, religious, social, educational composition of the individual author. Some readily identify themselves by name; others employ pseudonyms for various reasons and still other post under other contributors’ monikers. That is their choice. Those not comfortable being open about their identity often still want to contribute and, as associates, friends of a friend, so to speak, they are permitted posting privileges under some other Cynyx authority. That’s just the way it works here.
Actually, if they all do their job properly, in most posting, you the reader should not be able to tell an educated black Baptist republican physician wrote a post or it was written by a retired democratic Catholic Italian cop from Brooklyn. Trust me, we are an eclectic group with the minimal degree of commonality required to participate in this effort. And that, friends and neighbors, makes the blog-o-sphere go round.
Some of the Cynyx you may have become familiar with, you may feel as though you know who they are. If so, that says as much about them as it does about you. Some of the most prolific Cynyx, simply by virtue of their output, have revealed more about themselves than their more reserved colleagues.
Let’s talk for a minute about “Blogger Blankin”. Blogger Blankin is a real individual and also an obvious pseudonym. Aside from Blogger himself, there are a few contributors who post under his name. The real Blogger Blankin is a name some of you might actually recognize. He is a very successful, wealth businessman in several industries, most notably agriculture, logistics, trucking, venture capitol, entertainment/casinos/resorts and various conservative causes. He utilizes his pseudonym because it allows him a level of freedom he would not be permitted if his true identity was known. Those of you familiar with BloggerBlankin posting can probably tell when a posting was submitted by “Blogger” himself or another of those who post under his name.
The same may be said about our founder, Brooding Cynyc. BC is a real man but there are a few others who post under his name. F. Lee “Flea” Flack, does in fact hold a Ph.D. from Harvard, a law degree from Ole Miss and a Commercial Driver’s License with HazMat and tanker endorsements. He is, of course, the Director of Governmental affairs for the very real and influential MRW1 Group of Jackson, Mississippi. MRW1 Group is among the largest, privately owned logistics, transportation and trucking consultancies in the country. They provide diverse services operationally to their clients, are staunch advocates for the trucking industry in Washington DC, have a PAC, an in house research unit and a Think Tank.
Then there are Cletus E. Yoder and Farley Marsden, tow of our more colorful political correspondents. Cletus lives in Lone Tree, Iowa. Farley, in Boston. They have been out on the campaign trail with the candidates and have broken some exclusive postings that have appeared here. They have done some powerful reporting and have also made their share of blunders. As Ombudsman, I assure you, the errors have been dealt with.
Farley was water-boarded after his last post from New Hampshire. After he regained consciousness he was beaten, forced to drink a bottle of Sloe Gin, and locked in a room forced to listen to an endless loop of Celine Dion songs for 24 hours. Currently, he is under observation at the Maine Home for the Absurdly Insane. He is expected to be back on the trail by the Michigan Primary.
Cletus was also sanctioned for some of his harangues. I cannot provide details.
The point to all of this is to express our collective gratitude to our readers and to provide a better understanding to you about who we really are.
The Brooding Cynyx wish you and yours all the best in health, happiness and cynicism throughout 2008.
Copyright © 2008 TBC All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
CLINTON & McCAIN: TEARS AND FEARS
Hillary and John Win in New Hampshire
Durham, NH (Jan. 8, 2008. TBC) Hillary Clinton and John McCain were victorious in this state tonight, each scoring a much needed first place finish. Democratic presidential hopeful, Hillary Clinton beat Barak Obama in a tight race while GOP and independent voters gave Republican, John McCain his second primary victory in this state. He had beaten then Texas Governor, George W. Bush here in 2000. Their victories were significant in that both candidates have had difficulty gaining traction thus far in the campaign season. Hillary Clinton finished third in the Iowa Caucuses last week, with Illinois Senator Obama posting a sizable margin of victory over her and second place finisher former North Carolina Senator, John Edwards. Arizona Senator, McCain’s campaign has been hampered by internal problems, a lack of financial resources, the skeptical right wing conservative base and his unpopular positions on issues such as the war in Iraq and immigration reform. Earlier in the day both candidates basically admitted that tonight was extremely important for the survival of their respective races.
The results in New Hampshire tonight illustrate one of the profound differences between the Iowa Caucuses and this state’s Primary. Former Arkansas Governor, Mike Huckabee rode to victory in Iowa last week on the support of that state’s large voting population of Evangelical Christians and social conservatives. His dismal showing here tonight demonstrates his narrow, faith-based support and does not bode well as the more diverse, densely populated state’s primaries grow near.
Republican Mitt Romney, the former Governor of Massachusetts, who has outspent all his rivals exponentially, has yet to have a finish comparable to his investment. New Hampshire had been seen as fertile ground for Romney since he had been the Governor of a neighboring state and had name recognition here. Perhaps Romney’s last remaining hope is the upcoming Primary in Michigan, the state of his birth where his father had been a popular Governor.
The remaining candidates on both sides who have yet to attract respectable shows of support from voters will have to reassess their strategies or simply wait for Super Tuesday when over half of the states will conduct primaries. Former New York City Mayor, Rudy Guiliani, for example, has based his entire candidacy confident of having support in big states like Florida, California, New York, New Jersey and Ohio. Many observers have questioned his approach and many remain skeptical that he can be competitive nationally.
Republican Fred Thompson, a late comer to the campaign trail, a former Senator from Tennessee may have waited too long to engage. His popularity in the South remains to be seen but, his polling numbers reflect a great deal of uninterest in his candidacy. Democratic wing nuts such as Bill Richardson, Dennis Kucinich, Chris Dodd and Joe Biden as well as GOP’er, Ron Paul should very shortly be absent from the campaign trail. All have had abysmally poor showings and have certainly wasted enough of other people’s money in their grossly obvious futile efforts.
South Carolina will play host to the next primary and poses unique demographic challenges for all the remaining candidates.
Farley Marsden, New Hampshire Correspondent, TBC
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Durham, NH (Jan. 8, 2008. TBC) Hillary Clinton and John McCain were victorious in this state tonight, each scoring a much needed first place finish. Democratic presidential hopeful, Hillary Clinton beat Barak Obama in a tight race while GOP and independent voters gave Republican, John McCain his second primary victory in this state. He had beaten then Texas Governor, George W. Bush here in 2000. Their victories were significant in that both candidates have had difficulty gaining traction thus far in the campaign season. Hillary Clinton finished third in the Iowa Caucuses last week, with Illinois Senator Obama posting a sizable margin of victory over her and second place finisher former North Carolina Senator, John Edwards. Arizona Senator, McCain’s campaign has been hampered by internal problems, a lack of financial resources, the skeptical right wing conservative base and his unpopular positions on issues such as the war in Iraq and immigration reform. Earlier in the day both candidates basically admitted that tonight was extremely important for the survival of their respective races.
The results in New Hampshire tonight illustrate one of the profound differences between the Iowa Caucuses and this state’s Primary. Former Arkansas Governor, Mike Huckabee rode to victory in Iowa last week on the support of that state’s large voting population of Evangelical Christians and social conservatives. His dismal showing here tonight demonstrates his narrow, faith-based support and does not bode well as the more diverse, densely populated state’s primaries grow near.
Republican Mitt Romney, the former Governor of Massachusetts, who has outspent all his rivals exponentially, has yet to have a finish comparable to his investment. New Hampshire had been seen as fertile ground for Romney since he had been the Governor of a neighboring state and had name recognition here. Perhaps Romney’s last remaining hope is the upcoming Primary in Michigan, the state of his birth where his father had been a popular Governor.
The remaining candidates on both sides who have yet to attract respectable shows of support from voters will have to reassess their strategies or simply wait for Super Tuesday when over half of the states will conduct primaries. Former New York City Mayor, Rudy Guiliani, for example, has based his entire candidacy confident of having support in big states like Florida, California, New York, New Jersey and Ohio. Many observers have questioned his approach and many remain skeptical that he can be competitive nationally.
Republican Fred Thompson, a late comer to the campaign trail, a former Senator from Tennessee may have waited too long to engage. His popularity in the South remains to be seen but, his polling numbers reflect a great deal of uninterest in his candidacy. Democratic wing nuts such as Bill Richardson, Dennis Kucinich, Chris Dodd and Joe Biden as well as GOP’er, Ron Paul should very shortly be absent from the campaign trail. All have had abysmally poor showings and have certainly wasted enough of other people’s money in their grossly obvious futile efforts.
South Carolina will play host to the next primary and poses unique demographic challenges for all the remaining candidates.
Farley Marsden, New Hampshire Correspondent, TBC
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
HILLARY'S INCONVENIENT TRUTH
A CHOIR OF FAT LADIES ARE SINGING...
Portsmouth, NH. (Jan. 8, 2008. TBC Exclusive) Having presented every possible crafted, scripted, focus-group tested incarnation of herself, Hillary Clinton played her one remaining card here yesterday: that of the picked on, misunderstood, woman being disrespected by men. This was perhaps the least believable of all the myriad unbelievable personas she and her operatives have dreamt up and used thus far.
The steely, experienced, tough political activist who had fought the republican smear machine for 16 years did not work too well. Equally ineffective was the battle hardened legislator, the long time champion of women’s and children’s rights, the advocate activist for the downtrodden. Certainly her stint as the inevitable commander-in-chief-in-waiting, ready to hit the ground running as soon as rolled up her sleeves and slammed the Oval Office door shut, has not played well at all. For a brief time, as the political scene in Iowa began to shift, she dragged her old mother out on the campaign trail with her, had a few old, close, girl friends tag along, with daughter Chelsea by her side. This transparent effort to show her “softer side” was as phony as her alleged lifelong allegiance to the New York Yankees.
Yes indeed. Now that the going has gotten rough, that her once formidable juggernaut of a political machine has shown the telltale signs of over use and antiquation, the once ballsy attorney from the infamous Rose Law Firm, the shrewd cattle futures player who parlayed a meager investment into a cool hundred thousand in short order, this chameleon, has tried the sympathy shtick.
While taking questions from some nice women at a diner counter here, her eyes welled up and, her voice, softened with sincerity, stress and weariness, quavered a bit as she rested her noble chin in the palm of her left hand explaining, from the depths of her heart, how “tough” it has all been. It was a poor imitation of a B-grade movie performance at best, yet another scripted tactic that did not work, at worst. Hillary Clinton may be many things but the weepy, worn out, battered and bruised crusader is not one of them. Not by a long shot.
Not even the most talented politician in the history of politics, her husband, former President William Jefferson Clinton and all his oratory skills seems able to help his wife as the fickle carpet of electoral reality is being pulled, first by Iowans, now by New Hampshirites, from beneath her sensible pumps.
The pants-suited warrior acting as if her destiny was just months from being fulfilled is now instead going to pay for her past. All the maneuvering, memory losses, lost records, White House charades, cover-ups, slip-ups and Vince Foster-like mysteries are coming home to roost. The Illinois native, former Arkansas and United States First Lady, who carpetbagged her way into a Senate seat for the State of New York, may finally be glimpsing the stark end of her long and winding road.
Oh, the humanity! The brutality that she may actually be denied what she has so long sought, so fervently believed to be hers. Adding insult to injury, her political lard ass may be kicked by a freshman Senator, an up-start possessed by not just the “Audacity of Hope” by also the audacity to challenge her.
If the entry and exit polls are to believed, she may not have to travel to South Carolina right away. She may have to stage a fund raiser or two merely to prolong the agony of the "new inevitable" in Hillary-world: defeat. The only saps that may still believe in this charlatan are those coursing through the multitude of maple trees here.
Shrillary Clinton. Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Farley Marsden, New Hampshire Correspondent for TBC
Copyright © 2008 TBC All Rights Reserved
Portsmouth, NH. (Jan. 8, 2008. TBC Exclusive) Having presented every possible crafted, scripted, focus-group tested incarnation of herself, Hillary Clinton played her one remaining card here yesterday: that of the picked on, misunderstood, woman being disrespected by men. This was perhaps the least believable of all the myriad unbelievable personas she and her operatives have dreamt up and used thus far.
The steely, experienced, tough political activist who had fought the republican smear machine for 16 years did not work too well. Equally ineffective was the battle hardened legislator, the long time champion of women’s and children’s rights, the advocate activist for the downtrodden. Certainly her stint as the inevitable commander-in-chief-in-waiting, ready to hit the ground running as soon as rolled up her sleeves and slammed the Oval Office door shut, has not played well at all. For a brief time, as the political scene in Iowa began to shift, she dragged her old mother out on the campaign trail with her, had a few old, close, girl friends tag along, with daughter Chelsea by her side. This transparent effort to show her “softer side” was as phony as her alleged lifelong allegiance to the New York Yankees.
Yes indeed. Now that the going has gotten rough, that her once formidable juggernaut of a political machine has shown the telltale signs of over use and antiquation, the once ballsy attorney from the infamous Rose Law Firm, the shrewd cattle futures player who parlayed a meager investment into a cool hundred thousand in short order, this chameleon, has tried the sympathy shtick.
While taking questions from some nice women at a diner counter here, her eyes welled up and, her voice, softened with sincerity, stress and weariness, quavered a bit as she rested her noble chin in the palm of her left hand explaining, from the depths of her heart, how “tough” it has all been. It was a poor imitation of a B-grade movie performance at best, yet another scripted tactic that did not work, at worst. Hillary Clinton may be many things but the weepy, worn out, battered and bruised crusader is not one of them. Not by a long shot.
Not even the most talented politician in the history of politics, her husband, former President William Jefferson Clinton and all his oratory skills seems able to help his wife as the fickle carpet of electoral reality is being pulled, first by Iowans, now by New Hampshirites, from beneath her sensible pumps.
The pants-suited warrior acting as if her destiny was just months from being fulfilled is now instead going to pay for her past. All the maneuvering, memory losses, lost records, White House charades, cover-ups, slip-ups and Vince Foster-like mysteries are coming home to roost. The Illinois native, former Arkansas and United States First Lady, who carpetbagged her way into a Senate seat for the State of New York, may finally be glimpsing the stark end of her long and winding road.
Oh, the humanity! The brutality that she may actually be denied what she has so long sought, so fervently believed to be hers. Adding insult to injury, her political lard ass may be kicked by a freshman Senator, an up-start possessed by not just the “Audacity of Hope” by also the audacity to challenge her.
If the entry and exit polls are to believed, she may not have to travel to South Carolina right away. She may have to stage a fund raiser or two merely to prolong the agony of the "new inevitable" in Hillary-world: defeat. The only saps that may still believe in this charlatan are those coursing through the multitude of maple trees here.
Shrillary Clinton. Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Farley Marsden, New Hampshire Correspondent for TBC
Copyright © 2008 TBC All Rights Reserved
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