I’m reading a book by Edward Klein called Blood Feud, about the rumored war between the Obamas and Clintons. Asking myself, as I inhale each page, do I truly want to know this much? Mr. Klein, a credible writer and journalist, goes for their jugulars without passing go.
Michelle Obama, for instance, I’ve always viewed as the Black Jackie, comes across like a cobra with political aspirations, despising Hillary Clinton more as an opponent, than a threat to her husband’s legacy that’s murky at best.
I voted for Barack Obama thinking he’d be the change we were all so looking for. Sadly, it was like opening a bottle of Cristal gone flat.
Let me defend Mr. Klein, whose vast collection of non-fiction I’ve read. He’s after truth, even if it does arrive rather raw and stunning. His book, The Truth About Hillary, is what made me question voting for her.
Now of course, we have a Republican nominee who makes her look chaste, in comparison. For all you Trump supporters, aren’t you just a tad worried he’ll blow us all up?
Hillary, for better or worse, comes with Bill, who, despite his flagrant indiscretions, still has an intelligent sense of reason. If this was France, Monica Lewinsky would be canonized rather than stoned.
But it’s the U.S of A. and we’re nowhere relaxed in the area of infidelity, politically or otherwise.
That said…
It bothers me, the old-fashioned gal I am, to learn the Obamas have separate bedrooms.
Now the Clintons, who according to Klein haven’t shared one in years, comes as no shock, but the President and First Lady who to me, always appears quaint and cozy, surprised me.
He snores, according to Michelle, and is a little stinky (he smokes), as she so, OOPS…told the press. The Kennedys also had their own rooms in the White House, but Jackie visited Jack often, never complaining, as far as we know, about his scent.
Lucy and Ricky had twin beds because the censors of the 1950s, insisted upon it. But did you ever think The Ricardos didn’t rock the house on a Saturday night?
I just can’t imagine not wanting to be close to the person you profess to love. To spoon with one’s beloved is the grandest grace on earth, and I’d debate that with anyone, even Michelle.
Integrity, across the board, seems to be what’s missing here. When I read Obama was advised, after asking Bill Clinton to campaign for him running for a second term, that he didn’t have to come through on his promise to support Hillary in 2016, left a bad taste in my mouth. Welsh, was the term his Senior Advisor, Valerie Jarrett, used when she said, “You’re the President, you can welsh on whatever you told Clinton you would do.”
He allegedly loathes Bill Clinton, but agreeing to this, if true, dropped his stock, already pretty low, to below sea level.
Even Thomas Jefferson kept his word to Alexander Hamilton, whom he despised, over their deal, chartering the National Bank in exchange for moving the U.S. Capitol from New York, to what was then, the Washington City.
A deal’s a deal, at least where Tom and I come from.
The trouble with reading an expose such as Blood Feud is how it stops you in your tracks. We’re only human, after all, and there’s an election around the corner, so as vigilant Americans, we take rightful pause.
But now what, when both candidates scare the living shit out of us.
A big dilemma, for the voter, if there ever was one.
Given a choice, I’ll opt for Hillary, even though, it’s kind of like holding your nose to down a spoonful of castor oil.
God bless America…the Home of the Free.
SB
I guess politics is always a shady business. Even those who embark with the purest of intentions, rarely emerge unsullied. Do the ends justify the means? Can anyone execute change without bribing vested interest first? Wresting power from the corrupt is a friendless venture.
I’m with you on the bed thing. Sleeping together means so much more than sex; intimacy and feeling wanted are strength beyond measure. Odour is an excuse, not a reason.
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Love your last paragraph, and unsullied is a great word. How many things can you say that about? Sullied, tainted, marked or scared, seems to lead the charge. To be unsullied, well…I guess the word virginal comes to mind. 🙂
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Virginal is a strange concept: unsullied yes, or not fit for purpose maybe. Remember: virtue never tested is no virtue at all. I’ll bet my last penny that Medusa was a virgin.
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Then you might go broke Muck. I heard she was one big floozy. 🙂
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Then maybe she invented “bag over the head” syndrome. You can’t bonk once you’re turned to stone (though it would be a marvelous counter to erectile dysfunction).
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You should never underestimate a girl Mick.
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Sounds like a good read. Anything that opens your eyes is ultimately good for you, right? Knowledge is power.
Have you been following the news about mass-surveillance of the American people by the government? I read this yesterday and it was an eye-opener for me.
http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/may/22/how-pentagon-punished-nsa-whistleblowers?CMP=share_btn_tw
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I hadn’t but will. It’s very scary to me, having no privacy anymore, whatever. After the Bush administration, Big Brother watching seems to be the norm. It makes the days of Hoover and his fat dossiers on JFK and his peers bulging off the FBI shelves look like pamphlets. Thanks for sending link.
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I’ve always thought that any one person’s life would be interesting and full of surprises (good and bad) if written down by an unbiased party. But the life of a politician; so many skeletons in the closet.
I think part of the problem is that it’s impossible to be a viable candidate unless you have an extremely large war-chest that you’re willing to gamble with.
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I don’t know Skinny. Truth, for one, is so elusive these days.
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I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have my own room free of that blinking tv and snoring. I don’t sleep with H not beside me now so I know it wouldn’t be any better with him in the next room. That’s why I don’t travel much to see my kids when he can’t make the trip with me. It’s all part of my 24 hour day… ~Elle
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But there has to be such a comfort in it as well…that warmth that’s so familiar. I don’t know. Like I said, I’m al old-fashioned girl at heart.
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Yes, there is that comfort and I could never understand the purpose of separate rooms, separate beds. They don’t know what they are missing is all I can say!
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Darn-tootin Elle 🙂
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I actually considered not voting at all this year, but know that I will in the end. I’m so over it.
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Vote for those women who fought to get us the right who never saw it pass in their lifetime. I mean it. None of us want to vote, but need to remember, it’s still such a privilege. 🙂
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Sometimes it’s best not to know. I’m also never sure if these books are completely true anyway. They have to be made interesting or no one would buy them. There are people I don’t like (and thank God no one cares to publish a book about it) and my brother hasn’t slept in the same room with his wife in 30 years. They celebrated their 58th anniversary so maybe it’s different strokes for different folks. Do not despair. I’m just wondering if both parties will implode.
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Next they’ll be duking it out in an actual ring. I’m a romantic. I like the idea of intimacy, even if only in a dream.
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I know. I have a fantasy world where things are wonderful. Periodically I visit to get peace. You have done well in not getting jaded over the years.
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It’s cause I’m in a perpetual walking coma.
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Trust me that’s a better place than the real world! I’m joining you!
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We can get a double room with a minibar 🙂
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I’m not very enthusiastic about the choice either. Still, lesser of two evils…
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Such a shame for that to be the case. Sigh
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