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Politics As Usual


Yes, this is a hip hop site, but have you forgotten that there are democratic primaries going on? In my humble yet bluntly stated opinion, that’s important too. So…get over it.

There is one extremely significant asset that Hillary Clinton possesses in this election that nobody else has – her husband. And she knows it. The saxophone playing ex-prez isn’t just sitting back and smiling for the cameras like the other candidates’ spouses are. He’s out there campaigning like he’s the one going after the cushy rooms of the White House (and of its’ interns) again.

I wonder who the weedcarrier in this relationship is?

Anyway, when I was in the process of seeking shelter in a heated building after my long trek through the concrete tundra of Northern Virginia (better known as the overpopulated parking lots of GMU), I found myself surrounded by various flyers talking about some sort of Clinton rally that was going to go down. I turned down an opportunity to see Obama last year, so I figured that I should fight the urge to go home (of course to avoid the crowds and the inevitable amount of feds of any and every variety that come along with politicos) and I instead decided to stick it out and peep the event.

There was a catch though. You’d think that “Clinton rally, tonight, 9:15pm!” would mean Hillary Clinton, right? You know, being that she’s the one running for office and all.

Nope.

The rally was being run by none other than the infamous other half in the relationship – our boy Bill. I mean it’s interesting to hear him speak and all, being that he was the leader of our country for a large amount of years and probably the most loved of any of the uber-scandalous chiefs of state that we’ve seen throughout history. But do you see Obama’s wife leading rallies and giving speeches for him? Giuliani’s mistress? Maybe you do, go figure, but I sure missed it.

This is slightly dangerous though. See, Obama’s wife could speak all she wanted, but it undoubtedly wouldn’t hold as much weight as what Bill has to say. Why? Well, aside from the fact he already ruled our country, he seems to have this huge following of stans. You know, the ones like “oh man, Clinton was so gangsta!”, and the ones that don’t remember anything except “he got us out of debt!”. It makes me wonder if people are truly voting for Hillary in their minds, or if they’re just voting for Hillary due to Bill-association. As if somehow by electing her, they’re really electing him.

I wonder if he’s allowed by law to be her running mate for the V.P. position if she wins the primaries? That would be interesting.

But damn. Between trying to maintain a low profile while rocking my kaffiyeh in a building full of secret service agents, cops, and 4 foot-nothing type security guards that were supposed to be “intimidating” or something, watching people hit the ground as the tables under them collapsed, and getting my personal space severely violated in ways I don’t care to elaborate on by random strangers who felt the need to climb all over me, a terrifying sound hit my ears: the shrill-pitched noises of overly-excited women’s voices screaming “WE LOVE YOU BILL!!!!!!”.

Um…isn’t it a little late for that? Isn’t the point of this event to be loving Hillary? A vote for Hillary is not a vote for Bill. I hope you know that.

Oh, and for the record, Bill Clinton is one hell of a public speaker. You may not agree with what he has to say, but the man doesn’t read off of notes or cue cards or anything. 100% off the top of the dome, with not one noticeable stutter. For over an hour. The technique is impeccable. I’d like to see Bush do that!

Yo Dubya – I’ll pay you $100 bucks if you can properly say the word “nuclear”. I dare you.

For anybody that cares about what he has to say, I uploaded a roughly four minute long video clip of the speech when he was talking about Hillary’s policy about education reform and her feelings about No Child Left Behind. Keyword: her. Not his feelings. Dammit. The clip was too big for YouTube, sorry. And ignore the shaking, aside from my amateur photography, 50% of the shakes is probably me fidgeting to adjust to some random person’s hand brushing against my ass. Ugh. Politics is a dirty game, y’all.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=FFW39T78

And here's some shitty pictures, too. Props to the photographer that wasn’t all up on me that eventually fixed some of the settings on my camera to help me out.

 

I'm still surprised I even got in the door looking all flashy like that. I guess being a tiny person comes in handy - I don't look too intimidating. And come on, you didn't think you'd get to see my face now, did you? And what up, Virginia!

 

Chillin in his b-boy stance?

 

Pretty large turnout, despite Hillary's absence. And that was only one level of people. There were two more above it.


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