March 22, 2013
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Please Mrs. Clinton; You Have Served Well
When I see Hillary Clinton now, I see a most amazingly tired woman, and I like to remember her back when she was helping get her husband in to the White House. I have no idea how many stories were true involving Our former president in-so-far as women were concerned, but I think of that election and that time in history as when something changed in America, and I am so sorry to say that I very earnestly believe that it was a group whom I though might have had a little more decency, for if we have a party which represents the founding fathers message of a country founded by people seeking to live Puritan life and values, then somehow, the average man on the street is apt to say that, “If we want a more moral and religion friendly party, it is probably to be found in the Republican Party, but that year — A wealthy and arrogant group of Republicans had the ear of trash talk radio, and a denizen of morality, as I hold my nose, Mr. Rush Limbaugh. We no longer had Ronald Reagan’s, “Shining City On The Hill Group,” we were beginning the era of what has become politics with no morals on either side, and we are dangerously beginning to resemble other countries where there are never real elections, but it is what money can purchase. The Republican party was going to win at any cost, or so it seemed back then, and for the first time — More than ever, worse than any talk show could have predicted — The era of looking between the sheets was ushered in, and from Paula Jones to names I cannot remember, we were being regaled with the news of the candidate for the Democratic Party’s candidates encounters with ladies in his bed, and our teenage children were exposed to it, and America took a turn from, “The Redwood Forest, and The Clear Stream Waters,” to, “The Land Of Pig Swill and Sewer Encounters.”
I have wound up admiring politicians over the course of my life, for I am filled with the idea that to do public service does not mean you just want to be powerful; No, it means you want to do public service. We kicked out one poor candidate, because he had had a period of depression, and candidates were dismissed depending on whether they had spoken as war hawks, for after Vietnam, we just could not abide another war on foreign soil where we accomplished nothing but killing thousands and thousands of their people and their having killed thousands and thousands, at least 125,000 service men and women in Vietnam, and the coffins flowed in like shipments of carefully dug Palm trees to be lain to rest somewhere, and meanwhile, we did not throw our boys any kind of parade, and finally built them a wall where they can go and weep and touch the names of buddies who did not make it back, so this was a bitter group who came home, and we made them that way, for they deserved better than our fresh, no it all, little college opinions. We see it in retrospect, but this period showed a rawness in us which just should not have been. The Clintons, I am certain, were against the war in the end, so President Nixon to his credit brought them home. So it occurs to me that a President who did well in foreign policy would be the president to be impeached and to be so marred in misdeeds that he would have to resign from office; Those had been dark hours for this country, and the young Clintons were finishing college, getting married, doing those things our generation did, but they were a smart couple, and the young man who stood on the steps admiring President Kennedy, our new hope and new generation heading for the moon; I do not doubt that by the time the Clintons got their last report cards, got married and had their baby that they were thinking, “How far can we go in this world of politics?”
Somewhere though, around the end of the Reagan era, something filthy happened in the woodshed, because if any one thought we were electing choir boys to the Presidency before, and we did elect people in whom I felt certain as a child, always had clean teeth, fresh breath, and never went to the toilet — And God help us if they had a bout of flatulence, for coughing or sneezing was bad enough in public, but from the time of my memory and respect for our office of President, until the 1980s, I believed that we were above the fray of ever allowing bed room talk in to the campaign for the highest office in our land. Every one knew about FDR and his lady friend, but we only spoke well of the Roosevelts, for this was a couple who saw Americans through what could have easily been the end of civilization as we had known it, for America was stretched thinly fighting on both the Atlantic and the Pacific fronts, but families, like my father and mother believed that President Roosevelt got us out of the Depression, provided jobs for men who know longer had given up on life. We have among our greatest feats of building and the accomplishments of what American Labor could do for The Roosevelt era would ask for labor to build our monuments which stand to this day from East to West, The train stations, dams for water to provide for building homes in the dessert, establishing national parks for everyone’s enjoyment, and the list would take so much more than this page, but public works put food in family’s mouths, but also changed the nature of who we were. Have you ever seen the faces of the men in bread lines? Just like the Oklahomans, and what would come to the Appalachians later, there is a haunting and vacant spirit which shows in their faces, with eyes down cast, overalls ripped, shoes coming off at the soles, but a president who had a lover that was usually at The Little White House down near his beloved Hot Springs, a somewhat barren place in Georgia and his lady friend lived a passionate life far away from the masses, and in Mrs. Roosevelt’s day, especially among the upper classes — A mistress was just that, and as some elder women once shared with me, “We did not speak of these things.” The unspeakable was more than often, “You know what,” but let us presume for conversation that Mrs. Clinton had on more than one occasion had little birds tell her that her man was doing that unspeakable thing. She related to Eleanor Roosevelt for more than one reason, but she had ambition as well, but she, unlike the Roosevelts, never had any cover to hide under.
She said she did not, but she did, “Stand By Her Man,” that well known country song to all of us who grew up in the south. Country music is our common language, so when she mentioned this song, I think she got William Jefferson Clinton some votes right there for even knowing the words by the song from, Tammy Wynette. She was able to charm us, for she had a certain prettiness about her, not beautiful, but pretty, and a woman of our time. A lot of us found ourselves listening to what she had to say, and many of us grieved with her that national health care wound up being the one thing she was absolutely powerless to get through at the time. I wanted her to accomplish this, and it was the indecent political pact money which kept It from happening. Those of us who have experience national health care in countries in Europe or just over the border in Canada know that it works, and we also know that America fell for a lie == For specialist exist in all of these countries, and most people are thrilled that their tax dollars take care of what they need in physician and hospital care from the cradle to the grave. Mrs. Clinton lost this battle, for the Clintons were the most maligned, demoralized by filthy back room deals to get rid of them, and this brilliant woman wanted to leave America better than they found it. National health care works, and if you have the dollars and you want more private care; FGS; do you think the people in Europe are stupid, The Swiss? The British? The Canadians? Dirty politics was the one and only reason that national health care could not be a reality, for when it finally happens in this country; No one will understand how God let us be so stupid as to see that it never happened to us before hand. Three institutions bleed America to death to keep out such a compassionate kind of care — Physicians who feel overwhelming greed, thus the AMA, the Insurance companies, for they are profit making giants, Pharmaceutical companies, and let us throw in The American Hospital Association, though I am reluctant, for some hospital surely serve the poor as well as the rich and those who would have loved National Health Care would be the ones who still have association with religious orders and endeavor to be non profit, so it is difficult to lump Hospital as a whole in with the other power houses. Hilary Rodham Clinton’s main program was botched before she was the first lady for one year.
She, no doubt, helped President Clinton during both terms, and her greatest help was that she did not absolutely just say, “I am out and to tell all after Monica Lewinsky,” for any other woman on the face of the earth that had to go through knowing all that she would, because it was going to be made our business, drug through the horse farm manure pit, and worked like elephant dung in the garden, because we had taken the bait of showing that we wanted dirt, plain dirt, and we filled our vessels with it night and day that our President had let a little intern flip her thong, and she was 22, and “Oh my God,” she was not going to tell a soul other than her 17other girlfriends, and not only was she a Californian, but that she was a little Jewish girl besides, and that was going to make it worse for this Bible toting husband and Dad, Mr President Bill Clinton. A lot of voters believe that Mrs. Clinton made a deal at that point with her husband whose brain needed a good washing with some soap that would clean up just plain stupidity and dumb from his frontal lobe, to help him once more, but this time she got something out of it — A run for the presidency herself, and I too, have come to such a conclusion.
I do not want Mrs. Clinton to run. What is she going to do? In this country beauty and a brain can get you the chairmanship of Facebook, but an older face with a brain is going to give the cartoon drawers the time of their lives, so can she go to the plastic surgeons and start looking like a new Hillary, loose two dress sizes, and start doing push-ups, maybe even a breast and butt lift; now that is thinking. A woman growing older in this country might make the Senate once more, but she will not be elected President. We do not elect Golda Mair’s in America, for we are not a matriarchal society.
Mrs. Clinton has been Secretary of State, but as long as any soldiers remain in the middle east, they can declare the war over, but more Americans are apt to perish, and we ask again; One trillion dollars to kill and mame how many of our children? Many of us who believe that Mr. Obama has been grossly subjected to The No Morals Stooges believed he would have brought those kids home long ago, and for their mothers and their fathers — We learned from Vietnam that we respect the soldiers no matter our lambasting of the system which placed them there.
Every Secretary of State at one time or the other will broker a truce with Israel, for Israel has full American support and has to be reminded about every four years or more that we are no longer fighting Old Testament battles, and please stop firing on your neighbors who are still in grief that a homeland was given over in 1947, and we cannot take that bitterness away from the Palestinians, for the memory is long when one comes in and moves an entire population. If we are going to support Israel; Perhaps we should have a goal of endeavoring to give to end the poverty of the Palestinian People, and maybe we can even say that Israel deserved a homeland after the Holocaust the most aggressive, anti-human period of any people on the face of the earth, but again, Is there something we can do to apologize to the Palestinian people it was their homes. What can we possibly do to bind brotherhood to both Israel as a homeland for the Jewish people, but what can we do for this small Arab nation to declare they have an unresolvable grievance; So this is our time to share sorrow with you, to build your communities, and to endeavor to make peace with Muslim people who are not the problem. Every nation has extremist, but Muslim people send chills down our spines, and most Christians do not even know that Jesus was seen as a great prophet by the Muslims and that Mary is held in high esteem. Right now, perhaps we can only pray for healing, but someday we need to help with some understanding behind it. Mrs. Clinton has done a better job than most at making it know to Israel that it cannot be seeking parody in murder that such only leads to blood shed, and we are awaiting a time of peace.
Mrs. Clinton does not deserve to be torn down more, and she has so many other places to go to save the world, for I believe this is a good woman, but we now live in a land of political pacts, and it may be a big game to the people who run the elections, but we American citizens have had it with Washington as usual, and we are looking for a torch bearer, and no one in Washington is it, for everyone there has been a part of keeping government from happening, and guess what? Even we grandmothers want everyone of you to hit the road. No Congress, and No Senate of the 20th and the 21st century could have done worse than the ones we have been subjected to over about a quarter of a century, and the women of America would like for you all to be out looking for jobs. We understand that there is a lot of space where Madeoff and his pathetic excuses for human beings gathered. But Mrs. Clinton, you have done enough, and you are too good for this Washington of bought votes. Give us anyone other than the same old Republicans or Democrats, and let the actors stay in Hollywood.
Hopefully, Chelsea will have you some babies, and you can enjoy being a grandmother, but step back, write your stories, and let us somehow look toward becoming a nation who is not governed by people who must spend four years taking dollars which could pay for a nation wide health care system to stahl every idea and vote which a decent President we elected has had to put up with the likes of the people in Washington now. Toil no more, and by the way Mrs. Clinton, I think your eyes are beautiful. Grow old in peace and the joy knowing that we, many of us, realize that the journey you have taken has left pain in your heart far too often. Enjoy that you made a difference.
Barbara Everett Heintz, Author of, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” Story of A Child To Woman Through The Southern Appalachian Diaspora — Amazon, Kindle Create Space
