I Smell a Clinton
Barockstar’s near fatal empty suit performance at Saddleback Saturday,
the Obama spin machine is in damage control overdrive. I wonder if
they‘ve had time to realize that they have been triangulated by the
Clinton war room and set up to take a fall at the DNC convention?
August 20, 2008
That old Clinton war
room stench is in the air again...It seems the empty suit and his empty
headed staff is not quite up to speed on Clintonian strategeries.
Consider the Latest
▪ Camp Clinton
convinced Camp Obama to help liquidate her campaign debts.
▪ Camp Clinton
convinced Camp Obama to call for Florida and Michigan voters to be
counted. It’s the right thing to do, of course. But had it already been
done, Hillary would already be the nominee.
▪ Camp Clinton
convinces Camp Obama to agree to a floor vote at the convention when all
the cameras will be rolling. What if Clinton wins on the floor?
▪ Camp Clinton removes
Obama supporter John Edwards from the equation, along with his scheduled
convention speaking spot, on the basis that he is now a known lying
cheater. But Bill Clinton (also a known lying cheater) is the headliner
of the convention, and he’s not an Obama supporter at all.
▪ Barockstar tanks on
national TV only days before the convention and his campaign staff is
sent out to do damage control, leaving the super-delegates gasping in a
holy crap moment, with the sudden realization that this empty suit is in
no way ready for the big show. Only a promise to make a VP announcement
this week can get his failed TV appearance off the front pages.
▪ Meanwhile, Camp
Clinton is mobilizing millions of NObama minions and staging a
convention coup in which Hillary can ride in on silver steed to save the
party from complete implosion on an international stage…
Even James Carville,
Dick Morris and Oliver Stone combined, could not have written this
script any better. All we need is a second gunman on the grassy knoll.
Howard Dean maybe?
The fact that millions
of Democrat voters were intentionally disenfranchised by their own party
in the primaries leaves the chosen one the prime target of too
many in-house enemies. And nobody in American politics is better
at organizing, mobilizing and exploiting in-house enemies than
off-teleprompter performances consistently make George Bush look
like a silver tongued genius. That fact makes even the most ardent Obama
supporters second guess their early hypnotic socialist driven lust for
the chosen one.
Ship Obama is taking on
water faster than the spin machine can bail. The DNC is going to need a
new savior by this time next week and guess who is positioned to save
The super-delegates are
not bound by their verbal commitments of support for Obama. With each
passing hour, Barockstar convinces more and more Americans, including
delegates, that his empty suit is only outdone by his empty head.
Without a teleprompter,
Obama’s inexperience becomes glaringly obvious. Face it; Obama lost
Saturday’s open forum discussion with a very friendly Rick Warren while
McCain was still traveling to the location in his motorcade. Once McCain
arrived, all he had to do to win was not follow Barockstar down the
One Must Wonder Who
Set This Guy Up in the First Place
Most Americans knew he
had little chance of making it to the finish line from the start. Never
in history has a less qualified individual sought the highest office in
the land with such a blank résumé.
His over-inflated ego
made him the perfect mark for a perfect storm. Accidents like this don’t
happen in politics, where little is ever left to chance.
Who set this naïve
freshman up? Whoever it is, they did it magnificently!
This is the problem
with pompous pride. It always leaves you blind and vulnerable to your
attackers. The freshman nobody had no chance. He was a minnow swimming
among sharks. In today’s cutthroat DNC, which is caught in a perpetual
power struggle, such an inexperienced individual was no match for career
political deviants like the Clintons.
The only open question
at this point is this; does Hillary have the votes to pull it off?
I wouldn’t lay my money