I recently mentioned the Proverbial spectacle of Hillary!® reaping just a tad of the baleful crop she and husband, The Nameless One (TNO), sowed in the all-too-fertile PoMo American soil.
It goes on.
It's just... exquisite, to see a Clinton (!) complain that a candidate is being treated with kid-gloves.
Yet there she was (and recently has been), whining that Obama gets softball questions, while she gets harrrrd questions.
This is the Clinton machine doing what it always does: treating Americans as if they are idiots with the memory-spans of butterflies. Which, normally, has worked distressingly well for them.
But I doubt I'm the only one who remembers the horrified frustration so many of us felt during TNO's campaigns and presidency. The press had lost all curiosity, and all capacity for independent thought, when it came to him. I remember vividly Charlie Gibson moving Candidate Clinton through a diner, to speak with real citizens — until one real citizen challenged him on his serial adulteries. Oops, too real. TNO started burbling out his patented Clintoning down of previous presidents (to make himself look better, by making them look worse) — but it really wasn't necessary: Gibson had already shoved the questioner aside and was moving the great man on to a more fitting question.
Nor can I be the only one to remember the softball after softball that were gentle tossed to TNO in the debates, while sneering, demeaning hectoring was reserved for his opponents.
Ah, but now Hillary!® finds herself on the opposite end of such treatment, and she doesn't much like it.
For what it's worth, I think her assessment is accurate.
But since she owes eight years in the White House, and a nice little Senatrixial gig, to such treatment, she's hardly the one to make the complaint.