I want so much to like Hillary. It's pure sexism on my part; I want a woman to be president. It's an emotional thing -- when Nancy Pelosi took the gavel in the House, I cried. I am a babyboomer. In my working life, it has been acceptable to expect the "girl" to get the coffee, to "type up" the minutes of the meeting, to give the man all your best ideas and labor and hope he'll take you with him as he rises in the company.
So the thought of a woman being the biggest cheese of all makes me happy.
But when I really look at Hillary, not as a woman but as a candidate, I don't see a new hope. I see the aristocracy. I see Rupert Murdoch and Terry McAuliffe and Mark Penn. I remember that Hillary was on the WalMart board as that corporation drove down wages, wiped out small businesses in towns all over the country and practically destroyed the grocer's unions.
I realize: Hillary Clinton is no Anakin Skywalker. She has become Darth Vader. And the others in the Star Wars metaphor of this campaign season?
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